Cries Behind Smiles

Chapter 4 : Wedding Bells

The day seemed to pass as we
were shifted to our
Baba's house.Dado jaan insisted Abu that we should now move to Baba's house.

My Dado was an old woman with tall figure,round-face, her dark eyes were full of power like she was holding the world on her shoulders.

She was always the authoritative and commanding woman with remarkable intelligence.Unlike Ami, she was more blunt and strict as my Dada died too early.She was left with the responsibility to bring upon four sons and two daughters.

Huge family.I've always thought how with  those huge brothers and sister they always managed.
As baba says, me and my brother were too hard to handle.We fight like we want to snap each other heads apart.

Nevermind Dado herself had 9 siblings.That fact just spins my mind.But what can we do.I don't know how she survived with 9 people.

So here I am in my home.With Dado, chachu(Uncle), phopho(Father's sister) and all family here for the occasion of Baba's Shaadi(wedding).

Like I had any idea what wedding meant that time ,except some lighting,bangles,large amount of beautiful clothes,my favourite makeup and

THE BRIDE AND THE GROOM

So this was it in my mind.I was playing in lounge.Everybody else was talking.It was Mehndi's night.I went with phopho to neighbour's home to imprint Hena in my little hands for occasion.

I loved Hena like every children.Happiness litting through my large black eyes as I watched it.My mouth carved into smile.

The next day was like every wedding in hustle and bustle.We went for Baraat.Baba was dressed in Kameez Shalwar.He was the eldest and most masculine.His huge height with dark charcoal eyes were his prominent features reflecting his strength.His moustache were small giving a young look to him.

As a Army man, his frame was strong, muscles flexed up like a Soldier he was.He was looking magnificient.My brother was also dressed in white Kameez Shalwar having Lado (sweet) munching on.His red cheeks lit and mouth too blown to countain them.

I was really envious of his red cheeks which he hated saying :

"Man... why they are red!!! I would have looked more beautiful with white face. Always blazing they are"

And I used to roll my eyes thinking such a ungrateful brat.People die for this blush.

So there he was flawless as always.The little bear of family.Little did they know about that annoying twat.Nevermind.

So we went for Baraat.Phupho the younger sister of Baba was my companion throughout this occasion.She was like a second mother to me.My mother's family due to clashes,hurt and betrayal were not attending.

I wore a white frock like fairy ones.I always hated them.Because I was a tomboy kind of girl.Due to presence of my brother before me.I became adapted to his behaviours and habits leading me to tomboy.My hair were short  giving me more unfeminine look.

When we reached there I was brought towards Bridal Room and I had little idea about who was inside.I don't know why mind was so innnocent and naive at that age.
Children are so pure souls.

There she was in bright orange lahngaa. It is a bridal dress for Asian brides including short shirt and long petticoat style skirt yet covering body properly.

She looked beautiful.My little eyes not understanding who she was.That innocent glance doesn't giving me the idea of awaiting storms.The brutal and most hated relationship in which we both were going to bound.

Because hell would freeze before I gave her that sacred place.

Little did I know about that truth at that time. I just like brides.They are like dolls.Fascination and amusement litting in my large black pupils.

When I move towards her she gave me bright smile.She then took my hand and kissed on top of it.Her lipstick imprinted on my hand.I greeted her and then left with excitement.

At that moment I had no idea she was my mother to be.Seriously why I was so naive unable to grab the situation and run towards Chachu . Merriment and glee enlighting my face I said to him in happiness:

"Chachu the bride kissed me!!! The dulhan(bride) shaked my hand.She was so beautiful" I said smiling.

Chachu smiled at my happiness and said : Achaaa ( Is that so)

I nodded and moved away.
My future mother was cute woman with healthy face, warm brown eyes,thin nose glistening with gold nose pin and her lips full and pink.

The journey after baraat I slept in car and due to tiredness,I can't change into red frock meant for Walimaa function that evening.I was too stubborn to change clothes even after Phupho's insistence.

When we reached lobby.Everyone had arrived.The place was away from city's hustle and bustle.Their was lawn at the entry, illuminated with lights.A large fountain was in the middle.Lighting everywhere to celebrate this union.