The 7 year W(I)tch!

This Benaroshi is terrible. I wanted a Red one. Not a Maroon one. The hair is tied too high up. The Chondon is messed up . Make up is too loud. I am the world’s worst bride. (As usual he had his trademark silly grin, which gave away nothing. Just a plain genuine, nice smile. What contrasts we were. And to think of this just before we were about to take the seven rounds).

I think you look gorgeous. Even more beautiful that I had imagined you to look. *smiles*

This gold looks ridiculous. XYZ said some shit about it.

Hey hey baby. Relax. Its our wedding. Can you believe it? Finally.  *smiles*

Uff this garland. Is the Kajol smeared? I forgot to wear perfume. Am I stinking? Munni didn’t turn up and nor did Anu. I had no one by me through the make up. I want to cry.

Can I hold your hand? *Smiles*

What?! Aaah the safety pin. Where is Ma? Why is Ma never around when I need her? Where is Anu? ***** must be drinking at Outswinger  with the rest.

Should I go get her? *smiles*

Shut up. Is the Lipstick too gaudy?

A few more hours. Then you’ll me just mine. *smiles*

How about this? I have to leave my parents. Live in your house.  I’m starving. Haven’t had a morsel for I am supposed to starve or some such shit. Why doesn’t my dad want to do my Kanyaa daan? I want him here. Not kaku. I’m going to cry. When is the wedding going to begin for God’s sake! Everything is pricking me.

Do you want water? Have you taken your Voveran for the back pain? Will you be able to sit through? *Looks very concerned and then, smiles*

These toe rings. And that sandal I wore. I told you I shouldn’t have bought them. And I’m not going back to them for my make-up for the reception. Where in God’s name is Ma?! Nothing is going right. Dada didn’t turn up when he needed to bring me in. Bugger is romancing somewhere. Idiot.

*Smiles* In 4 hours. You will me mine. Just mine. la la la.

(He didn’t have the faintest idea what he was getting into.  revealed very little in my dating years. *Evil grin*. Or maybe he did. He smiled his way through in a  heart warming and genuine manner, like he always does. Listened to every daily soap-style rant of mine. Smiled as if I told him sweet nothings.)

7 years on and he STILL does it. Listens to my pathetic rants and smiles his way through my heart. Unbelievable that I wrote this a year back. Its 2 August again?!

Pardon me, but is it really 2 August ?

A pulsating, crazy, 7 years. No itch there. Just me, the wretched old witch.

Ok I’ll say it. I love you, too.