The Unsettled Love Story
Weddings are a ritual that binds two souls for eternity. An arrangement that requires each to serve one another with whatever they have and will have in the future.Assets come together, liabilities find an equal balance and equity remains a challenge.
A funny arrangement, isn’t it? It is hard to assess who has an upper hand. All we can say is that there are two hands holding each other while grinding a cliff with no rope and direction. So you hold, pull, make mistakes, stay, look for possibilities, unrest each other while comforting at the same time. But the more there is to climb, the better the view turns to be.
Well, in marriage, there are no guaranteed views even after the hardest climb because it is never about the destination, it is all about the way you got there.
Marriage is the greatest day in the life of an individual because from now on your individuality is shared with another person, and you both will do your best to bring out the best in each other.
My name is Vani, and with great grace, I would like to invite you to witness my greatest day, as I hold his hand and keep on holding to it for the rest of my life. I have found the true love of my life. We have been in a relationship for 6 years. We had a good share of laughs, care, fights, and other things under the Sun.
Finally, the doomsday is next week after eight months of rigorous effort of getting approval from my mom. I want the day to be perfect and as remarkable as it could get. Everything that will be noticed by our guests is a precise decision taken by us together. I am finally getting the chance to wear my mom’s wedding lehenga on my noteworthy day.
She claims the most benevolent lehenga in the whole world. After all, she is the world’s best designer and she figured out how to improve the excellence and enchant the outfit for me with her own innovative thoughts. Yeah! I needed to drop a couple of pounds to fit myself into it. But I am amazed at how she has taken really good care of it, and from this day forward, it will turn to be my responsibility. While talking about whether to redesign the choli or not with my mother and unloading the wedding bag, today, I found a journal and a few letters to my father in my Mom’s cabinet.
Furthermore, I am sure you know what I did with that diary. I took that journal to my room covertly and there began a page-turning journey that went on for a lifetime.
The letters weren’t dated but they all surely were about me. Whatever I have known of them, I never really could find someone like them - after so many years, my mother’s adoration towards my father resembles a recently married couple. The density, depth, and intensity of love from their generation are astounding. The romantic tale of my folks has seen an incredible portion of high and low points, but they somehow learnt the trick to always come across together. But they say every love story is not a fairy tale. Love like theirs is just found in stories.
Since I still have seven days left and most of the major tasks are taken care of, I’d like to change the course of my life with everything I’ll unravel in this diary. I do realise that pursuing somebody’s personal journal is an awful habit yet I can’t prevent myself from doing it, after all, what more would I ever reveal for myself than what I already know about my parents.
I know they’re this happy couple who stood by thick and thin by the end of their time and hence, I just wish to know this secret element as a weekender read before I walk down that aisle towards the new uncertainty of my life. Hence, dear readers, this is Vani, Sole Chairwoman of Ghunmay Corp. Signing in today to testify to the most beautiful love story I have ever come across, yes, a love story because as I’ve dug into the pages, I believe that’s how she has written it too, a narration of forever love.
LoveleenaGhai · realistisch
