Making memories

I want to remember this time. Maybe words won't be enough, but they can try. I want to remember the endless whirlpool of nerves in my stomach at the thought of getting married. I want to recall the details of the trip to Benaras for the perfect saree. I want to remember serious jewellery decision-making via Skype. I want to hold in my mind the perfection of the moment when I wore the lighter-than-air green lehnga in a small Chandni Chowk fantasy shop.

There were the days we spent checking bed linen in every hotel in Shillong. The hurried decision over which colour suits whom in the extended family, while sipping cups of tea in a shop from a hundred years ago in Benaras. The moment when the sparkle in the 150th pair of shoes I was trying on suddenly seemed to work. The living room debate over curries and cakes. Every moment, every detail, every little thing was driven by one desire: to make sure that nothing was less than it could have been. No regrets.

Maybe you don't get everything you thought you would. Maybe you don't need to. But you can make a lot many dreams come true with a little bit of time, a little bit of love and a lot of good people. For those who would've been very important in this whole affair in another lifetime, but can now do no more than look on from above, all I want to say is this. The very best you could do, you have done through my hands. It's time, for you and me both, to be happy now.