29th of April, 2011 was a day of lot of firsts for me…
I loved how everyone in the crowd found their small moments with their loved ones, away from all others just to look at them and smile, laugh, and enjoy Togetherness.
I, most of all, fell in Love with Love itself. :)
I almost slept all day! Except 4 hours in the morning, and a few more in the evening…
My cousin got engaged to his beautiful, charming Bride-to-be. (His first :P) I did make up for myself (my first :P) and I wore high heeled shoes for a family event (another first)! And no one noticed the last two events (this isn’t a first ;) )
I’m generally branded anti social. Its just my fondness for repartee and wit, all the time. Probably at the most unsuitable moments… Like suggesting that my cousin’s Bride had 5 days to say no and she lost the chance and is now hitched (during the engagement). Someone for sure would’ve killed me for that. And my obvious dislike for extremely loud, big functions where people don’t know half the guests present, the grand clothes and 3 layers of make-up…
But this was the best and the biggest, epic first of 29th April, 2011: I enjoyed the function. I enjoyed the ceremony. I enjoyed everything about it. (Emphasis on the food :P)
It was when I saw those little sweet moments in the ceremony, when I actually cared to pay attention did I start loving the ceremony.
I loved how my cousin tried to make his Bride comfortable in her elaborate and heavy attire. I love the enthusiasm with which he held her very close to himself and danced with her, danced like no one was watching. I loved how, even with all the crowd and noise, they could ignore it all and look so fondly at each other and feel blessed. I loved how while everyone socialized, they both sat next to each other holding hands…
It wasn’t that I’d never seen this miracle amongst mankind, Love, show itself. I had. Many a time, I had. But for the first time, I took part in it by appreciating its Beauty. Its simplicity and intricacy. The thorns and the petals that together formed this Rose.
This is a tribute not to my cousin and his Bride, but to the feeling itself. To Love. I cherished the feeling. I, most of all, fell in Love with Love itself. Because no feeling could ever replace the warmth and comfort this one could.
Despite all its lows (like not-so-decent people around), this engagement ceremony was, perhaps, one that I enjoyed the most, till now.
