Just got back from my brother's wedding. Tired.. exhausted...after a long day.. stupidly and nonsensically chosen clothes that it was suicidal to wear in this killing heat... and running about.. managing short-tempers, flare-ups.. and facing several discomforts that happen when an organized event doesnt happen the way u chart it out to be (or when whatever planning was done turns out to be inadequate finally)..
I am dead tired! And I've a splitting headache!
But, b4 going to sleep,I want to capture this day in words.. something I can revert back to, in the near future..
1.My brother walking up the "aisle" - the passage from the entrance to the stage with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.. Looking handsome and happy..
2. The moment of prayer when we all prayed as a mass for happiness and blessings to befall him.. and i shut my eyes.. with an overwhelmed feeling in my heart.. of earnest prayer.
3. Seeing him stand on the stage and remembering old times when we were kids.. fighting with pillow, water, pen, pencil whatever u can think of..and knowing in my heart, the strength of the bond.
4. Hugging my new sister,and blurting out the words "Take care of my brother and guide him well"..all of a sudden.
5. Leaving him at the bride's house and waving away.. as we wheeled out of the house...
And now, hours later, I still see him walking up the aisle.. with a happy smile on his face.. And my prayers that his happiness remains eternal.Amen.
