MY CRY BABY - Part 4

Part four


There she was, completely transformed into the most beautiful bride I have ever seen. With her downcast eyes, shy smile adorning her face, carrying a coconut in her hands, she was making her way to the mandap.


I did not take a proper look at the groom before, but now when she was about to sit in front of him with a big cloth in between them [don’t know why] I felt they were an amazing together.


Observing the body language of the groom’s side and the happiness on their faces, in turn, the bride’s family hospitality and warmth gave some sense of comfort to me, but you really never know.


My sister’s outfit was already changed twice and rituals never seemed to end [South Indian weddings are totally different] but she looked glowing in both the sarees. Finally, after a long time, the wedding progressed to the tying of mangalsutra giving me a feeling of panic and relief at the same time, I really cannot describe that moment. It just left me with tears in my eyes.


We all exited the temple and a small dias was arranged for the photograph time. I was excited to see how she would react as it was our first meeting. I actually waited for the crowd to clear, well, when she saw me, she was shocked at first and covered her open mouth with both hands. Typical reaction of girls, it was fun to watch, she extended her hand indicating to come closer. Don’t know why I was hesitant to touch her. The groom pulled me towards them and she gave me the tightest hug I have ever known, but I couldn’t hug her properly as I had a gift in my hand. When she releases me she had tears in her eyes, cry baby I whispered, to which she hit me and gave a teary smile. She introduced her husband and he too hugged me. I gave the gift to him and immediately she asked, Mera gift kaha hai? I replied, I came for you. She hit me again, she and her hitting would never stop I guess. I looked at her husband rubbing my chest with a smile.


I didn’t expect when I was called for their family photograph including her whole bunch of relatives, as I tried to stand in the corner, aunty pulled me towards her and made me stand beside her. I felt honored.


As the day progressed, her departure was nearer and most of the things were packed and set in the vehicles. She pulled me aside and gave a heavy package, told me to open in the college. I questioned, kya zarurat hai but she dismissed my words.


It was getting emotional as time passed and she literally cried buckets, especially when she clung to her father. He somehow managed to sooth her and made her walk towards the car. She turned, giving a glance to all the people who stayed waving goodbyes at her. She acknowledged them with a teary smile and saw me standing at a corner. 


She came to me and wiped my tears. I didn’t know I had tears in my eyes till she wiped them. She apologized for not bidding a proper goodbye. I nodded a no, I didn’t know what my facial expression was, she just caressed my cheek and went away saying,

I will be fine bro, take care of yourself.


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Translations: 

Mandap: a temporary platform set up for weddings and religious ceremonies.

Mangalsutra: In Hindu weddings, the mangalsutra is a 'sacred thread' that is worn by a married woman to mark her marriage.

Mera gift kaha hai: where is my gift?

Kya zarurat hai: What's the need?

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Authors note:

So, like it so far!! please do tell me in your reviews. And I would like to thank all my readers for taking their time and leaving a comment/reaction. I apologize for my grammatical mistakes in advance. 


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