Together in love- 4

The telephonic conversations started as a trickle and then went haywire- night long sessions of hushed arguments, conversations, silly fights and silent cries.  A fight to invite the long eloped sister boomeranged when the groom stoutly refused for the wedding altogether. " If she is coming, forget it- the wedding is not happening." Intervention from mother in law cooled down the groom a little and i was flabbergasted!

Someone with so much hatred...how could i handle, i was perplexed. When his family decided to purchase dresses for the wedding, i jumped in with much enthusiasm. Imagine the fun of shopping with your fiance! We planned to meet at a renown wedding silks saree shop. Tense and fiddling with my purse, i can still remember the moment i saw him, his stature coming in full view with every step i climbed in the staircase. His smile was electric, full of warmth, love and care. 

Being the perennial knuckle head, he saved me twice- once when i forgot my purse as i stepped out of a shop and again when i stumbled on the road without watching the stone jutting out. Holding on to my hands to steady me, i felt heavenly when he uttered- " watch out...look where you are going". Clumsy me! However i tried to strike a conversation with him, someone might turn up asking- " Is this color good?" or " Will this saree suit me?" Fed up, i was waiting for the right opportunity to slip out.

The golden opportunity presented itself in the afternoon when we broke for lunch. Imagining and day dreaming of a quiet lunch together with the fiance, i was blushing. Climbing into an auto rickshaw, when he searched for me, my saviour dad did the best help a father would do to his daughter- " No, no you can go. We will come by another vehicle". The look he got from his daughter for this help was enough to scorch a thousand suns. 

I found myself in the middle of a crowd joking, chatting and yelling, just staring at my partner who was intent in hiccups and gulping down food. My foot! He did not even look at me. I was a volcano ready to erupt. Sensing my anger, mother was looking at an opportunity, like me;) I got my cake in the raymond shop when there was no matching tie for his coat. My mother- the guardian angel that she was, helped me eat it too. She sent us to the near by shop, alone!

The walk to the accessories shop remains the most memorable moment of my life- the rain god decided to join the party. Holding hands, drenched in the rain and brimming with love, we walk. Silent, absorbing the warmth of two hands held together in the incessant drizzle....

As he touches my face and turns it to the window pane, i can see the raindrops. I look at the hands held together now, worn out, wrinkled and cracked. The memories of the red tie and the young couple walking in the rain fleetingly cross my mind. I smile again. He reciprocates it, his grip tightening. He must have understood what i remember. Memories that we both cherish!

To be continued...