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Monday, February 28, 2011
“I am having a funny feeling in my stomach.” I told my elder bro when he was fixing my turban. “Is this normal?”
“Yeah, man, it’s normal.” He assured me.
“Good.” I took a deep breath. It didn’t help. By the time we reached the venue, I was nervous as hell. And by the time I reached the hall’s sofa, I was looking like a giant butterfly, thanks to the generous number of rose garlands around my neck. “Take them off” was the duh-ish suggestion by a friend when I complained to him about the huge amount of roses on me.
As the bride’s vakeels went off to get the nikah-nama signed by her, the nikah-khwan turned towards me. “What will you say when I shall ask you?” He inquired.
“What will you ask?” I blinked.
He must have said “duh” to himself as he stared at me. “کیا آپ نے قبول کیا؟”
Oh. “جی میں نے قبول کیا۔”
I had expected that my signature will be different on each copy of the nikah-nama. Surprisingly, they all turned out to be nice and quite identical. Perhaps because I had stopped feeling nervous.
On our way back to home, my elder bro’s wife whispered to my wife, “Okay dear, now stop crying. The groom starts to develop a strong sense of guilt if the bride keeps on weeping like this.” I couldn’t have agreed more.
I later found out that same words were said to bhabi by my bro on the occasion of their marriage. Bhabi had not understood at that time…
It’s been almost a month now, and life is good. Except, you know, that I can’t make a mess in my room anymore, and that Wifey has a tendency of acting as an excited alarm clock, but tell you what? It’s just super.