I, Me and Myself

Monday, November 20, 2006

3 rd Nov 2006

I rushed in not knowing what to expect. I was very late. I was supposed to have reached there at least an hour earlier. She had warned me of this, but nevertheless this was no time to be angry. The big bunches of friends were all dressed up in traditional sarees and jumkhas. The same bunch that had sat in one classroom and discussed who would get married first. I was put in first, well because I was so ‘against’ it!!

There was a crowd and a huge one. But the number of familiar faces jus grew as I got closer to where she was sitting. I could not wait to see her. The old faces kept forming some kind of wall… and it was taking me forever to get there. But in my heart I knew I dint want to see her, I was stalling, I mean, she was no longer her, but someone else and in some weird way belonged to someone else.

But I could stall no further, as I smiled at the familiar faces I was seeing after so long, I spotted her in a corner. The middle of the stage would have a more appropriate word, but for me, it was a corner where you could see nothing but the one angle that it presented.

There she sat in an off white saree. She could not have looked more beautiful. As I approached her, I got nervous. I expected her to be the bashful bride! But there she was, opening her big eyes and grinning away. As she saw me, she almost waved her hands to say hi, while the rest of the relatives tried to remind her that she had to keep holding her husband’s hand till the end of the ceremony!

Her usual sheepish grin with her tongue out, and then suddenly she realized that the camera was pointed at her and she tried to be as demure and poised as possible. I have no idea how long I sat there watching her, laugh and talk and act as if everything was normal. It must have been hours…

Finally the time came to go home. Just one last goodbye, I promised a friend and ran towards her. She was busy posing with her family for a big portrait pic. It reminded me of my parent’s wedding where I used to look at the black and white pictures and try to figure out what ever happened to those people…big, small, old, babies… and suddenly this was her picture. … My friend, the bride.

A last wave and I bid goodbye, with a feeling in my heart that things would never be the same again. I looked at my other friend like I had never looked before, my worst fears had come alive…and just like that, I was grown up.

dedicated to 01P1098 :)

yours lovingly
01P1102


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