Ethereal: Eternal Echoes

17

Monday

Smriti

I find it hard to articulate the whirlwind of emotions that engulfed me as the engagement ceremony began. It was a dreamlike state, a beautiful chaos of colors, laughter, and traditions.

Today, my home was a canvas of vibrant hues, with intricate floral decorations adorning every corner. The sweet fragrance of roses and marigolds mingled with the aroma of delicious food, creating a sensory symphony. The living room was transformed into a celebration haven, with sparkling lights and elegant drapes framing the space.

And then there was Ishan. I had seen him countless times in my dreams and memories, but seeing him in person, all dressed up for our engagement, was different. He looked every bit the epitome of grace and charm. His tailored suit was a deep shade of navy blue, complementing his dark eyes and sharp features. His dark brown hair was neatly styled, and there was an aura about him-one that commanded attention without saying a word. Despite the forced smiles and formalities, his presence made my heart race. I couldn't help but notice how he carried himself with such confidence, yet there was a certain reserve in his demeanor, a calm that belied the turmoil I knew might be hidden within.

Ishan's parents were impeccably dressed as well. His mother, wore a stunning royal blue saree that shimmered with delicate silver threads. Her elegance was enhanced by the grace with which she moved, a warmth in her eyes that softened the otherwise formidable presence. His father, looked dashing in a traditional cream kurta and a matching sherwani. Their attire spoke of old-world charm and understated opulence, a testament to their esteemed position in society. Naika wore a vibrant lehenga that contrasted beautifully with her calm and playful demeanor.

As for my own family, we had all dressed in our finest. My mother wore a beautiful deep red saree that was adorned with intricate gold embroidery, while my father, complemented her in a classic cream kurta. My grandparents, masi, mausa, uncle, aunty and cousins all added to the festive atmosphere with their radiant smiles and festive attire.

Among my friends, Jivi, Adya, and the others were the picture of excitement and support. Jivi, in her elegant pink saree, had a twinkle of mischief in her eyes, while Adya's presence in a delicate green dress brought a touch of grace to the gathering.

The ceremony began with the Panditji performing the traditional rituals. His voice, steady and soothing, guided us through the sacred chants and prayers. I could barely focus on the words as my thoughts were a swirling tempest of nerves and anticipation. The rituals felt like a formality, a bridge to a future that seemed both surreal and inevitable.

And then, as if the universe had decided to add a personal touch to the event, the atmosphere was suddenly electrified by a familiar tune.

Paan Main Pudeena Dekha

Naak Ka Nageena Dekha

Chikni Chameli Dekhi

Chikna Kameena Dekha

Chaand Ne Cheater Hoke Cheat Kiya Toh

Saare Taare Bole Gilli Gilli Akhaa

Pa Para Para...

The strains of "Badtameez Dil" filled the room, and I could scarcely believe my eyes when I saw Vardhan making his entrance, dancing with the energy and joy that I had always known him for.

I had been so caught up in the whirlwind of preparations and the formality of the occasion that I had never expected Vardhan to come all the way from London just for my engagement. His presence was a delightful surprise, a burst of joy in an otherwise ceremonious setting. I rushed to him, enveloping him in a warm hug. His embrace was like a comforting reminder of the simpler, happier times we had shared.