My last minute wedding jitters

Growing up, I was never one of those girls who dreamt of getting married. Of course, I too wished for a guy who would sweep me off my feet. ( and then would readily dance with me! ) But being married to that dream-guy never crossed my mind. The word ” Marriage ” would scare me to death. I was as independent as they make them. With Dad being away at sea mostly, we learnt everything from an early age- accompanying Mom to banks, gas agencies, water/electricity board offices, family events, and basically everywhere. I was also the official driver of my home and would drive Mom around the town, from a very early age.

Also, there was no hierarchy in my home regarding finances. Dad didn’t “control” the money, something that I saw ( and still see ) in most families. Mom and Dad managed that together and us children were also kept in the picture about everything. All this ensured that I never had to lie about anything. I would go for sleepovers at friends’ homes, movies, drives, parties. ..everything. My friends from more conservative families would sometimes tell their parents that they were visiting me , and would go for movies. So basically, I was not in a place I wanted to escape from. I was working, studying and life was good.

Then, a day arrived when I was only a week away from getting married. How I reached to the point is another story, for another day. But here I was, terrified and getting cold feet. Ranjan (my hubby) had been assuring me that my life would stay the same; that ” leaving one’s home” and ” separating from one’s family ” were all outdated concepts and I could put my fears to rest. In a lighter vein, he would also keep reminding me not to do a ” runaway bride ” on him. Strange as it might sound, I was happy being a fiancee and didn’t want to get married! I had a wonderful fiance and yeah, life was as good as it could be.

Coming back to my “cold feet”. Mom got worried seeing me totally spooked and tried to reassure me. My childhood friend Monika Sahal Tiwari visited me and I blurted out to her, ” I don’t want to get married. I want to run away. My life is changing. What about my independence? And my beautiful room!” Anyways, she made a list of the cosmetics I would be needing and both of us went shopping. Cosmetics and shopping cheered me up for the day. ( So much for serious life- changing thoughts! ) Dear Prerna Sharma Deshwal , you also did some shopping for me. Ira too. Thank you my friends.

You might wonder why I am regailing you with this story. The truth is , I have no idea. Maybe it all came to me as I have got cold feet again. Why? Don’t worry, it’s only because of the air conditioner. But this time I know what to do. I am wearing socks! 😉 😉 ‘)

By the way, did you get an attack of ” Last Minute Wedding Jitters” too? Do tell.  🙂

© Jun 2016 Sapna Dhyani Devrani

Author: Sapna Dhyani

I am Sapna Dhyani. I write about everything that crosses my mind. I write about life as I see it and like to infuse humour into my blogs. I belong to Dehradun but now live in a new city after every two years, being an army wife. This uprooting of base every couple of years, setting up a new home in a new place, meeting new people and forging new friendships, exploring new cities; all this ensures that I go through and am blessed with a myriad of experiences.

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