Nysa is 28 and its her wedding day today. The house is in utter mayhem as we run around making sure everything thats needed is there and we haven’t missed anything.
I decided to do away with the silk saree and wore a comfortable salwar today, much to the dismay of some of the relatives.
I am searching frantically for Nysa and almost running out of breath when I find her sitting in her bedroom, a tear trickling down her cheek. My girl, she looks so pretty adorned as a bride. I look at her pictures on the wall- as a gurgling baby, her first day at school, the first trophy she won, her swimming medal, that picture at DisneyLand with her papa and me and her graduation day. The images and memories pass before my eyes, it felt like yesterday.
“Mumma I am going to miss this, I cant imagine why a woman has to just let go of the place, the people she spent her entire life with and make a new set of people her own. It seems very hard Ma. I cant imagine this room, where I grew up will no longer have me sleep in the bed, sit in the armchair by the window. I will be a stranger when I come here next. I am really happy to be marrying Arjun but I cant seem to digest the fact that for a new life to begin, a woman has to put her past life behind. It makes so sense to me.You and papa as much more precious to me than Arjun whom I met 4 years ago. I will wake up tomorrow to a new day, a day without you and Papa by my side, its something I cant fathom” We held each other and cried. The ways of the world are strange. For a moment I could picture myself in her place and the day of my wedding came to mind.
The wedding is over and Nysa-Arjun have left for their honeymoon. The guests have all left and the house is silent. It hasn’t been this quiet for a long long time. Today I can feel how Mommy Daddy felt when I got married. Mom used to always say “Myra you will realise one day when you become a Mom”. This is perhaps the hardest part for a parent especially when you have shared such a close bond with your child.
I have 2 options- sit and moan over the empty nest or accept it and move forward.
I pick up my phone browse Zomato for the new restaurants in town- time for a candlelight dinner with hubby. When did we do it last?
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