I had envisioned a beautiful wedding. With lots of people. And bright enticing colors. The aroma of exotic spices would have filled the air as people graciously loaded up their fresh banana leaves with rich chutneys and steaming dosas. The old grandmothers would all be sitting together. Gossiping. How many children will she have? How will she learn to cook? Where will she set up her puja room? Little kids would be running around. Laughing. Playing. Unaware that soon enough they would be the ones playing bride and groom.
I had envisioned her wearing the most stunning sari. A fiery red layer of silk would have draped across her body accentuating her perfect figure. Her jet-black hair would have been neatly tied in a long braid dangling past her lower back, with crisp white jasmine flowers intricately woven in. Her arms and feet would have been elegantly decorated with henna designs, and her eyes would have sparkled just like those diamonds in her ears.
I had envisioned the wedding of my parents. Their relationship was so full of passion. And love. And affection. They were so deviant of the typical Indian couple. Their story reminded me of a fairytale. Or so I envisioned…
And then I remember hearing the real story. A quick prayer. A crammed temple. A faded sari. Not a family member in sight. My parents married against the blessing of society. They were of different classes and of different worlds. But they believed in themselves. In each other. And in their love. And I suppose that’s where I came into the picture?
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Well you sure know how to paint a picture- your use of imagery was excellent. The way you describe the setting, colors, people (and what the people are talking about), make it that much more interesting. The way you envisioned the wedding is absolutely beautiful, and how you used everything in the future tense makes the reader automatically think your hinting towards something. Wonderfully written piece.
ReplyDeleteHey Arthi,
ReplyDeleteI agree with Mimi, your first paragraph was great. It painted a wonderful image in my head, i especially loved the line that referenced the different spices that were in the air. I thought it was great how the end totally contradicted your description of the wedding. The post was full circle and a smooth read.
Great Job,
Ali Z.