The Melody of the Music Box soothed me..

The melody of the music box soothed me. The silky fabric over my skin calmed my nerves by a bit. Idly tracing each of the glinting nerves bordering the waistline of my dress, I adjusted the slightly foggy mirror in front of me with my other hand; And I did a double take, because Gosh, I looked pretty. I thought giddily then, of the awaiting wedding bells. I thought so, as the melody of the music box soothed me. And when my solitary dressing room was soon caught up in an influx of bridesmaids and relatives, my heart thumped. I thought about the enormity of this event in my life, no matter how sure and optimistic I was, And my muscles tensed up. Being sentimental on top of this rush of emotions was a task. I gave in, though. As the melody of the music box soothed me.

I was brought back to when this tune was first recorded, and the flutters of laughter that had accompanied it. For as long as I can remember, the only lullaby ever sung to me by my father was also the only lullaby that always brought with it a feeling of warmth and love as I drifted off. It was a song from my father's childhood. He seldom sang it along with its lyrics; which, I suppose is why I lost track of its words with time. But the tune, the melody. It was too sweet to forget. He hummed this tune to me like an ever-going radio whenever I fell asleep in his arms. And not once, impatient as I am, did I ever feel the need to protest against these repetitions. Excuse me if I sound cliche. Then again, cliches are often the most suitable when you have a need to put forth your thoughts. As time passed, my hearing of these hums became quite infrequent. I realized how much of the original song's lyrics had slipped from my memory; Let's just say, the fact that I later hummed and recorded this tune along with my father, had something to do with it. 

Now I was trapped in a storm of memories. Thrown off from one to another; Not having enough time to ponder over that one before something pulled me away to yet another memory. But I was brought back. The melody of the music box soothed me. 

My father rapped softly against the door. It was time. It was time and I was exhilarated. And I knew, that when I would be walking down the aisle in a matter of minutes, I'd be doing so as someone's colleague or a 3 AM friend; even a certain someone's bride-to-be. But I knew, walking down that flowery aisle, at least until I reached the altar, I was just daddy's little girl. With the hums in the back of my mind soothing me, saying it's going to be alright.