My baby girl was married!!
Days before the marriage..a world of chaos:barked instructions,mad run to the tailors,
umpteen number of trips to jewellers , sarees, relatives , invitations, caterers, more relatives , pandits, poojas, some more relatives.....
How I wish, I had slowed everything down and did things my heart wanted to do...Hold my little girl's hand,take a stroll with her, tell her how much happiness she brought into my life... tell her the first time I saw her wet pink face I knew God had answered my prayers...How my husband,her father ,who wanted a son, was won over the moment she held his finger...
Tell her, how we both were stunned when she spoke her first word- "FAN"...how she gave us sleepless nights the time she caught that awful flu...how she annoyed me when she decided to get her hair colored purple...how my eyes welled up the first time I saw her with her now husband. . . how I still worried about her lack of culinary skills...Most of all I wanted to tell her how much I loved her, loved her so much that "love" had taken a whole new meaning....
Now that last of the guests are gone, we both - your father and I, sit in silence, in this empty house devoid of things to say to each other..for we spoke only of you and to think that you" my little baby doll" was all grown up now and left us to start a life of your own, I cannot but wonder with a silent ache if we will remain an important part of life, if you will remember to call us, now that your priorities are going to change...
The phone rings, bringing us both out of our reverie..I pick up the phone,the panicky voice on the other end makes me smile -"Mom, you have to help me cook tonight's dinner...This is what we will do, I will put you on the speaker and you have to give me step by step instructions ,mom.....". My smile widens, she was my little princess after all................
