Solacing Yob of her's

New beginnings

The big day had begun long before dawn. At 2 AM, the entire house buzzed with the hurried energy of people waking up and getting ready to leave for the marriage hall. Despite the excitement, I felt half-asleep, struggling to keep my eyes open as I got dressed. My head was spinning, but I pushed the discomfort aside, determined to help Nitya's family with the preparations. After all, it was her special day, and I wanted everything to go perfectly, at least from my side.

I made my way towards Nitya's room, where the sounds of chatter and laughter filled the air. As I peeked inside, I saw all her aunts gathered around her, helping her get ready according to their family traditions. Nitya was surrounded by colorful sarees and jewelry, her aunts fussing over every detail from adjusting her blouse, fixing her hair, to ensuring her bangles were perfectly aligned. There was a beautiful energy in the room, but seeing how busy and involved everyone was, I decided not to intrude on the moment.

Quietly, I slipped away, feeling a little out of place amidst all the family rituals. My thoughts turned to Nitya's mom, who was always so organized and composed, even on a day as hectic as this. I figured she might need some extra hands, so I went in search of her.

When I found her, she was busy making sure everything for the wedding was in order, her hands full of tasks, yet she still managed to have that calm, graceful demeanor she always carried. I approached her with a smile, softly asking, "Aunty, do you need any help?"

She looked up from what she was doing, her face lighting up with the same warmth she always had for me. "Divya, dear, you've already helped so much. But if you don't mind, could you double-check the gift boxes and make sure everything is packed for the ceremony?"

"Of course," I nodded, glad to be of some use.

I did re-organized everything into the right boxes like sarees, jewelry, gifts, pooja items making sure there would be no confusion later. I wanted to be helpful, even though the dizziness in my head was growing. After we finished sorting, I asked if there was anything else I could do to help.

She smiled kindly at me and said, "Can you keep all of Nitya's sets and makeup with you? Make sure nothing's missing."

I nodded, taking the items from her hands carefully, but as I turned to leave, the dizziness surged. My vision blurred, and before I could stop myself, one of the boxes slipped from my grasp.

Thankfully, aunty caught it just in time. Her eyes widened with concern as she asked, "Divya, are you okay?"

I forced a weak smile, trying to brush it off. "I'm fine, aunty. Just... my head is spinning a little, that's all."

She laughed softly at my response, shaking her head. "What kind of girl are you? You say you're fine, but your head is spinning! No more of this nonsense. Do one thing—go lie down and rest now. Call me once you're up."

Her tone was gentle, but there was no mistaking the worry in her voice. "There are medicines and fruits in the kitchen. Eat something and take care of yourself, alright?"

I nodded, grateful for her care. Even in the rush and chaos of the wedding day, she had taken the time to think about me. Before leaving, she glanced towards the dining table where she had neatly placed the medicines and fruits, making sure I saw them. She truly was a lovely person, thinking ahead for my well-being when everyone else was focused on the wedding.

"Take rest, Divya," she said with a reassuring smile. "I'll send someone to pick you up once you're better."

I watched as she hurried out of the room, the last of the family following her. I waved them off, but as soon as they were gone, the dizziness hit me harder. My legs felt weak, my vision darkened, and the room seemed to tilt. I tried to steady myself, to call out for help, but the words wouldn't come. Everything faded to black as I lost my balance and collapsed into silence.