Marriages are always a busy affair. They may also be the most dangerous of affairs too. There is a high chance you can end up offending some person or other. Relatives you never have seen in a gazillion years turn up and ask to recognised. It’s like a constant guessing game, each trying to identify who is who and figuring out whose memory is greater.
This is also the time to be wary of the bespectacled aunties whose powers of observation can either rip your self-esteem to bits or raise it to the tops. One look and they can tell you how much weight you have put on, how much you have lost, how many shades darker or fairer you have become, even the hair comes under scrutiny… and the list continues. I am sure these are the primary observations to begin with.
My elder sister is about to be married in another two weeks. As much as I am looking forward to this happy occasion, I am already dreading it.
Ever since the wedding was finalised, comments and suggestions started pouring in. “Oh now that your sister is getting married, you are next in line” and then that tittering laugh while I look at my toes trying to feign embarrassment. It’s as if I am in line for some throne or something.
Another one was, “So have you decided what to wear for the wedding, suppose some parent likes you for their son?” ‘Yes, woman I am going to be dressed in a tutu for all I care’. It’s my sister’s big day, I know looking good is a pre-requisite but it in no way is my day to dress up for prospective grooms.
I have little doubt it will change. Elders will always be have an opinion about everything. It’s going to take me a lot of will-power to combat the questions and comments that I will soon face but then who cares when I am the
sister of the bride.
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