The first (fort)night!

It's been a fortnight now. Two weeks gone like a whiff. Many more will go by this way. With the joys that they'll bring, like they have these past weeks. Bringing a smile onto my face every time I think of the day we met, the weeks we stayed together, the months of longing and belonging, and the years to come through which we'll be one soul.

We married this May 11th. Putting it all in perspective, it seems like a mixed bag. Some smooth rides - the main one being the absolute acceptance of our choice by our parents - and some strained blots, like the job-searches and the time we were settling down here in the US. But the one thing that stands out is the steadfast support we've shown each other during these times. You bet it'll be like this always!

The wedding itself wasn't too much of fanfare, like it is normally in India, with a horde of unknown relatives and friends who swarm the ceremonies, and the dulha-dulhan literally in tears in front of the Agni. Thank God for small mercies! Good sense prevailed and we married here. But the ceremonies and the party in the evening were hardly any different from how they'd be back home. Full scale, without the hundreds of people though. I'll post a link to the pictures sometime.

The aftermath has been quite interesting too. I've seen the transition of my bride from girl to woman and from daughter to dot-in-law. How she's smoothly slipped on the gown of familial responsibility and how her in-laws look upon her as the upholder of the family's traditions and values. At times it is fun to watch their discussions and at times it is interesting. Amidst all these, I sometimes feel I'm the only one yet to grow up. Not that I'm in any hurry!