It Was Her Wedding Day
It Was Her Wedding Day
Finally the day had arrived, it was a day filled with fun and frolic, after all there was a marriage at home taking place. The Singhania house was overjoyed that the eldest daughter of the house was getting married, but in all this somewhere I was gloomy and sad. I am the sister of the bride to be and the thought of not seeing my sister everyday around me has made me sad from inside, but am happy she is about to start her new life. I am having a lot of emotions going in my mind , and it's becoming very difficult to hold back my tears, which seem unstoppable as I make eye contact with her, as am thinking about how my sister will look in her wedding dress the alarm rings and as I look up the clock strikes 7am and it's time to get up, I shut the alarm off look at my sister smile to myself and get up from the bed.
As I start getting ready for the days functions I hear my sister call for me, in her half sleepy voice from the bed,"Aditi, take out my clothes also and keep once u are done getting ready it's already 7:30, mom shall be coming anytime to call us for the rituals," I smilingly obeyed her and finished all the work and took out her clothes. We had the haldi function in the morning. All the relatives arrived the venue on time and were talking amongst themselves. By 9 both of us were all set for the rituals and as we were about to go down in the hall area , mom came to our room and announced that as the groom's haldi hasn't yet started we have to wait for another 30-40 mins and so both of us went back to our room and started clicking selfies, as those would be her last moments as Miss Singhania. Such thoughts were running in my mind constantly and as soon as my eyes met hers, it would become teary. Finally after a long wait the haldi ceremony started at 11 am , it was filled with fun and laughter.
Gradually the time was nearing and so was my nervousness, as I saw my sister turn into a beautiful bride I couldn't control my tears. My hands shivering and head spinning I went close to my sister for a sisters photoshoot, and as I held her hand the photographer said, " ma'am please look at your sister , we want to capture candid moments" and as I looked at her I couldn't hold back my tears further and all I did was cry. My sister held my hands tighter and told, "hey it's not u getting married I should be crying , u should cheer up and not cry", these words made me cry harder and I just ran away and couldn't make any eye contact with my sister further. She was looking like a diva, she was the dream bride that everyone wishes to look at. Indeed the most beautiful bride I saw in my whole life. Seeing her in the red lehenga and all decked up I was having emotional rush through my spine, but all I had to do was stay strong and keep a smiling face.
Now the time had come when she would be officially someone's wife, daughter-in-law of a family, sister in law of someone and many such relations awaited her. I held her hand for the last time and she tightened her grip around my fingers as I walked by her on the aisle. We both looked at each other and gave a brief smile, acknowledging the importance of these moments mentally, and both being emotionally strong walked by. With each step her grip tightened so did mine, until we reached the stage, where she let go of my hand and that moment it felt like the world is shut for me, there is no other man on earth apart from my sister and jijaji. As they exchanged garlands I stood there looking at them amazed and wished and prayed to the almighty for a happy life for the newly weds.
All the rituals took place after that and soon the time of her vidai came, the most difficult ritual of a girl's marriage. At that moment all I could think of is that a fairy had come into my life and now she is going away from me. I couldn't control my tears and so I watched her from far away as she sat in the car with the man of her life, who would give her all the love and respect she deserves.
Later that night when I entered our room the void that her absence had created was hitting me bad, and I wanted to run away to her and cry my heart out, but my heavy eyelids didn't allow me to keep them open much longer and my limbs didn't give me the strength to get up from the bed any further, and when did I fall asleep I didn't realize.