"From the moment I saw you trying to go over the wall. I have loved you desperately I cannot breathe when you are not near. I love you, Amyra. My heart calls your name. This darkness is my burden.You bring the light." I hugged her tightly like my li...
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Haldi ceremony,
The morning of the next day dawned, bringing with it the haldi ceremony. The room was buzzing with a sense of anticipation as family and friends gathered once again to celebrate.
However, the atmosphere of excitement and nervousness was interrupted by an unwelcome tension. The haldi that was supposed to be delivered hadn't arrived yet, leaving badi maa increasingly agitated. She was practically seething with anger, her patience wearing thin with each passing minute.
Just as the tension was reaching its peak, Rakshit entered the room, holding a bowl of yellowish-orange haldi in his hands. "Badi ma, haldi aa gayi hai," he announced, his voice breaking the tense silence.
(Aunty,The haldi has arrived)
The air was now thick with the fragrance of turmeric, as everyone took part in the ancient ritual of applying haldi to the bride and groom.
Amid the laughter and jovial atmosphere, Ishanvi and Mihir were engaged in a playful but spirited tussle over who would apply the haldi first. However, the elders quickly stepped in to put an end to their childish fight, deciding that both of them should apply the haldi together. I watched from a distance, trying to keep up the appearance of a happy bride, as both of them began to carefully apply the turmeric paste to my skin.
The cool sensations of the turmeric against my skin brought a small measure of comfort, a brief respite from the whirlwind of emotions inside me. As Ishanvi and Mihir chatted and laughed while applying the haldi, their lighthearted banter filling the air, I couldn't help but wish that the day would end soon.
Wedding night,
The day I had been dreading had finally arrived - my wedding day. The room was transformed into a place of elegant splendor, the air heavy with the sweet scent of flowers and spices. As tears welled up in my eyes, I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. I could hear the buzz of conversation and laughter as family and friends excitedly awaited the ceremony, while I stood alone in the dressing room, my heart filled with trepidation.
I stood in front of the mirror, taking in my reflection in disbelief. I had never imagined myself looking like this. On the night of the wedding, I was nervously adjusting the beautiful lehenga that I wore. It was the product of a last minute replacement, a compensation from the company after the original one I was meant to wear had been damaged during dry cleaning.
The maroon bridal lehenga, adorned with shimmering gold work, complemented my fair skin perfectly. Heaving sigh, I fidgeted with the jewelry, the heavy necklaces and bangles weighing down my slender frame. My hair was carefully braided and adorned with flowers, completing the traditional bridal look.
My eyes scanned my reflection again, taking in the strange sight before me. I was supposed to be happy on this day, but instead, I felt like a stranger in my own body. The weight of tradition and expectation pressed down upon me, making me feel like a marionette dancing to the tune of others.
