It’s been two months since THE wedding. My wedding. “Our” wedding (still getting used to saying “us” instead of “me”). Time has passed by a lot quicker than I had imagined, and here we are – over two months since D-day – and I haven’t written a single post about the actual wedding. Until today, that is. I finally sat down with my laptop to recall all the memories from those 2 weeks and put them down in words. Let’s begin at the beginning, shall we?
Somewhere in the middle of September I realized that despite having decided the wedding date almost 8 months in advance, taking 1 week’s leave from work before the wedding was not going to be enough to wrap up all the preparations. I didn’t want the last week to pass by in a blur. I wanted to relax in those last 7 days. So I went ahead and followed my gut – I took an extra 1 week’s leave from office. However, despite all my efforts, the last week’s calendar continued to fill up with the pre-bridal, pre-wedding shoot and umpteen number of smaller things – getting pretty tassels attached to my wedding blouse, picking up the finished reception outfit, etc etc etc! I had heard from so many brides and their families that no matter how hard you try small things always crop up closer to the wedding and your to-do list is never completely struck off. To which, you can imagine, I always thought “Pffft! Won’t happen to me.” Ummm…yeah right. Hum sab ek hi khet ki mooli hain…or something like that. It happens to the best of us, apparently.
While this seemingly endless to-do list was getting struck off, item by item, I – on the other hand – was in relaxation mode. Well, atleast as relaxed as a bride can possibly be. You see, at the start of my leave from work, my parents insisted that I take it easy till the wedding. They said, the stress has started to show on your face, just chill and we’ll take care of everything. This is typically very hard for me to do. I’ll accept, I am a bit of a control freak (those of you who know me, stop rolling your eyes at the “bit”!) But I also had the sense to realize that all my efforts would be flushed down the drain if during the actual event I looked like a tired, stressed out, unnerved bride. Nobody wants that. So I let go. Of *almost* every part of the wedding. I just focused on myself – I ate right, did my yoga, slept a lot, dreamt more dreams with my fiancé, and stopped caring about “what if xyz went wrong on wedding day?” I honestly just started to look at the bigger picture – that I was getting married to the boy I have wanted to marry since as far back as I can remember. And anyway, I argued with myself, I had put in months of hard work to ensure that so much of the wedding was already taken care of. Now was the time to hang up my boots, and watch as all the planning fell into place.
Did the planning actually fall into place? Find out in the first official post of thedelhibells series – coming up next!
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