Is it the knowledge that she has settled for the best or the feeling of déjà vu or the reconciliation with fate? She pointed out to me quite fondly; the classmate, who had tattooed her name on his arms saying, "It all seems funny now." Later, we all sat together, Mr. Tattoo included and joked as we witnessed the marriage of one of J's friends.
Had been to Uduppi the week-end before to meet J. For the last time, I allowed her to order me around. It was terribly hot. Watched the news about the temperature in Delhi and wished I were there to experience it. Some things made me happy that I was where I was for instance, the sea foods - crabs, fishes and some more. Ate as if there was no tomorrow. Promised her folks that I would visit them again after she gets married.
Well, coming to the wedding and the psyche of the bride-to-be, what do I say? She has a tiffin box since her Qatar days and I sensed the sadness she felt in discarding it and its contents. Yes, the tiffin box of world-war-II make. She gave me a pair of green hair clips from the box and took the purple ones, those tiny ridiculous, funny but cute childhood assets. Boo hoo! Now, I want one of her ugly-looking childhood snaps too but I forgot to ask. We had quarreled the last time we shopped together and I had said, "I am getting rid of you very soon."
So many people and things to leave behind and so many memories to carry along, new relations, new hopes, new start, ... Guys, love and cherish your woman. You better do.
I am off to Mumbai tonight to attend her wedding on Sunday. The gown is ready and I got myself a pair of let-me-climb-down-first-as-I-need-to–think high heels and while I am on it, I am not going to entertain any tough questions like how old I am from anybody.
J was the first one to suggest I go for my medusa look so, I am glad I am attending her wedding with this hair style. Let her have a dose of my hair. Bangalore bloggers, behave while I am away.