The emotions that run through my heart at this point in time are high, penning down what I feel is a rather difficult ask.The emotions that we faced as a family were tough for reasons known to all, 'ladki ki shaadi hai' The feelings ran from the joy of having a wedding in the family to actually parting ways with the person I can't imagine my life without. For me specially, having known the love they shared. This is the story and the beauty of the union of two souls, an addition to the family through the words of a person who has seen their love grow, supported them through ever phase and been a spectator to 'The big fat Indian wedding'.
The journey of 'MY' sister's wedding began with the meeting of the families. And then on began the preparations of the kashmiri punjabi wedding ceremonies. The highs and lows of gearing up for the big day was a journey worth a mention. The thought of separating and seeing the person you love the most start another life was scaring in the start. It left me lost in my world just to imagine. But it brought to me smile every single time I told myself that this is for the better and my sister's face made me convince myself. We continued with more vigor and joy. The doubts of preparations in another city altogether always prevailed. It was like entering and exploring a new world in itself.
With all the anxiety and anticipation, we made our way to the city of temples, with the hope of seeing our loved one tie the knot with her love. All we wished for was her happiness. It gave us the strength to fight the battle of orthodox ideologies of an inter-caste marriage to actually implementing a heavy duty task of wedding in an alien city. Little did I know that a whole new world of fun, emotions, learning and magic awaited me with open arms. The packing of the luggage, moving out of the house at 6 a.m., dancing in the train to prove the punjabi magic, unlimited fun at every ceremony to performing the spiritual and holy rituals, every single moment is an experience in itself.
As my sister sat there that evening,with mehendi clad palms and the beautiful chudda that decorated her forearm. The kashmiri hair do, she looked like the most beautiful bride I had ever seen. It brought tears to my eyes as she stood there with the glitter in the eyes and the glaring smile awaiting her 'Dulha' to take her away. The walk down the stairs to the man of her life; it felt like the final walk I had with my sister as 'Ms. Bhatia'. My emotions at their epitome of conflict. The over whelming smile of being by her side as she takes the final step to the tears of she leaving my side to enter a new world. I still feel the glimpses of the day run through my heart.
I feel a different person after I am back. I found meaning in every walk during this journey of the wedding. I found life in every single smile I saw on my family member's faces. I discovered myself in the emotions of every single phase that we experienced and I found responsibility in every single step I took during the wedding.
It has been a journey which had a blend of sentiments and a divergence of thoughts. The glee of an addition to the family or the grief of the vidaai. The emotions bottled up in the face of celebrations. The tears surfacing the joy of 'kanya daan'. It was a big fat punjabi kashmiri wedding leaving us all in the midst of thoughts and the world of rich culture. A destination wedding like my sister always wanted. It was a perfect way to commemorate the beginning of a new life with the blessings and love of the near and dear ones equally pressed with the touch of rituals and traditions it required to be complete.
Ending my conflict, I decide that it was not about parting ways with my sister, but instead adding a new person and family to my circle of loved ones. The tears dry up, as decide to continue to be my sister's strength and not her weakness. My emotions now more firm as I decide that I love her so much that if being away is natures call and it makes her happy, I will always wish for her to be happy.
My saga of the big fat Indian wedding ends here with a hope of a new beginning and wishes to the newly wed. More and more love, joy, happiness and good wishes for a healthy and wealthy life ahead. Because didi you still are my jaaaaaaan.... and will always be. Your smile means my world. God Bless you both!
The journey of 'MY' sister's wedding began with the meeting of the families. And then on began the preparations of the kashmiri punjabi wedding ceremonies. The highs and lows of gearing up for the big day was a journey worth a mention. The thought of separating and seeing the person you love the most start another life was scaring in the start. It left me lost in my world just to imagine. But it brought to me smile every single time I told myself that this is for the better and my sister's face made me convince myself. We continued with more vigor and joy. The doubts of preparations in another city altogether always prevailed. It was like entering and exploring a new world in itself.
With all the anxiety and anticipation, we made our way to the city of temples, with the hope of seeing our loved one tie the knot with her love. All we wished for was her happiness. It gave us the strength to fight the battle of orthodox ideologies of an inter-caste marriage to actually implementing a heavy duty task of wedding in an alien city. Little did I know that a whole new world of fun, emotions, learning and magic awaited me with open arms. The packing of the luggage, moving out of the house at 6 a.m., dancing in the train to prove the punjabi magic, unlimited fun at every ceremony to performing the spiritual and holy rituals, every single moment is an experience in itself.
As my sister sat there that evening,with mehendi clad palms and the beautiful chudda that decorated her forearm. The kashmiri hair do, she looked like the most beautiful bride I had ever seen. It brought tears to my eyes as she stood there with the glitter in the eyes and the glaring smile awaiting her 'Dulha' to take her away. The walk down the stairs to the man of her life; it felt like the final walk I had with my sister as 'Ms. Bhatia'. My emotions at their epitome of conflict. The over whelming smile of being by her side as she takes the final step to the tears of she leaving my side to enter a new world. I still feel the glimpses of the day run through my heart.
I feel a different person after I am back. I found meaning in every walk during this journey of the wedding. I found life in every single smile I saw on my family member's faces. I discovered myself in the emotions of every single phase that we experienced and I found responsibility in every single step I took during the wedding.
It has been a journey which had a blend of sentiments and a divergence of thoughts. The glee of an addition to the family or the grief of the vidaai. The emotions bottled up in the face of celebrations. The tears surfacing the joy of 'kanya daan'. It was a big fat punjabi kashmiri wedding leaving us all in the midst of thoughts and the world of rich culture. A destination wedding like my sister always wanted. It was a perfect way to commemorate the beginning of a new life with the blessings and love of the near and dear ones equally pressed with the touch of rituals and traditions it required to be complete.
Ending my conflict, I decide that it was not about parting ways with my sister, but instead adding a new person and family to my circle of loved ones. The tears dry up, as decide to continue to be my sister's strength and not her weakness. My emotions now more firm as I decide that I love her so much that if being away is natures call and it makes her happy, I will always wish for her to be happy.
My saga of the big fat Indian wedding ends here with a hope of a new beginning and wishes to the newly wed. More and more love, joy, happiness and good wishes for a healthy and wealthy life ahead. Because didi you still are my jaaaaaaan.... and will always be. Your smile means my world. God Bless you both!
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