My Wedding

Getting married to a girl and staying with her for the rest of my life was one thing that I imagined that would never happen to me. Two days before this day, we travelled to Gods own country and never throughout the journey I felt any difference from the rest of the journey that I made to this same land. The only difference that I knew was my mobile had many incoming calls from this girl Nancy who later transformed into my life partner. On the day, we all got ready and jumped into the white car which had ‘Sunil weds Binsi’ written behind it. Binsi is not any other girl, rather the same girl with the pet name Nancy. We arrived to the auditorium followed by a few cars behind. We were second to reach the place, as Nancy already reached the place and I could see her sitting in the back seat of her car in a white flowing sari. She looked more beautiful and graceful than I expected her to be. We met only twice before our marriage and talked freely only on one occasion. I could see from the corner of my eye that she was holding a bunch of flowers. I wanted to jump into her car and wish her, but resisted myself from doing so. As I stepped out of my car, a few cameramen surrounded me and I felt like a celebrity and also could feel the strong pressure to avoid any silly mistakes that I could commit.
I was escorted to the front with my dad, mom and sister and was followed by Nancy. It was the first time in the day I could see her smiling. The ceremony was long and tiring and included an hour’s speech by the pastors. Soon after the wedding, I got down from the dais and found that Nancy was missing. People around stated questioning me ‘where is your wife’. Soon she reappeared in a different sari and a different hair style. I still wonder how she managed to do it all in the few minutes of time that she had. The reception was grand with wonderful food spread on the tables and I could see people relishing. I was the only one who couldn’t eat any. Even Nancy was gulping down all the food that she could from the plates in front of her and this kind of eating still continues to this day.
The latter part was the most embarrassing one for me. It was the time to introduce all my relatives to her and Nancy would introduce hers to me. I knew a very few of my relatives by name and I had to smile and answer yes when they would come to me and ask ‘son, do you remember us’. But Nancy knew all her relatives by name and she was at ease in this regard. We were drive home in a different car and my parents came in the same one that we drove in the morning. There was a welcoming ceremony at her house and my first fight with Nancy started as we were offered a cup of coffee by Blessy chichi. I used my left hand to hold the cup and I could hear murmuring to me to use my right hand. I gladly shifted the cup to my right hand without answering back. The reason I used my left hand was because Nancy was sitting close to me on my right side and any jerk and jolt by her would spill the coffee on her and me.
My parents left after a few minutes and still I never had the feeling that I am leaving my parents and about to live with my wife. Even Nancy and me never had the feeling that we were a wedded couple, but just like a girl and boy going out together. It was a tiring and a long day and I fell asleep in the bed only to wake up and find that there are still long and sleepless nights waiting for me.