Tomorrow’s Dream of a Yesterday

There is a reason for everything, my grandma says; as is there a reason for you and me to be on this earth. 
The reason is obviously our parents. If not for them, I would not have been, if not for them, you would not have been.

Photo albums are a big favourite in the family. Any given lazy day, when the whole family is together and there is not much work planned for the day, we love to pore through the various pictures that have been collected over a long time. There is a whole picture album dedicated to the wedding of my parents, seeing which I have always wished to have been a part of their big day.
Her wedding saree which my mom has preserved till date is a beautiful creation and I am yet to see something as beautiful as that. It has all the elements of a traditional wedding saree – the colour red, heavy zari work, you name it, there it is. What makes my mother’s saree stand out from the crowd is, the zari on it is not of the golden thread that is normally seen, instead the work is in silver. Fashion has changed, so has trends in the clothing industry, but the truth remains that, till date, that heavy red saree wrapped up safely in my mother’s almirah is my favourite. How I would love to help her drape it on her big day, the day she would marry my father.
I am famous in the social circle as the girl with the most handsome father; I beam every time my friends make this statement. When the day I dream of happens again, I want to be there, to iron out his cream shirt and the off white mund (dhoti), to apply a tilak of sandal on his forehead, to ensure he looks at his charming best the day he is going bring home my mother as his wife.
The guests would all be ushered in with a smile, a shower of rose petals, a sprinkling of rose water and escorted till their seats. The wait till the bride and the groom come up on stage wouldn’t be boring one bit, as there would be a live band performing various tunes on the nadaswaram and the panchavadyam.
After having given dakshinaand taking the elders’ blessings, he would wait on the stage, as I and our other family members bring our beautiful bride into the auditorium. Along the aisle, there would be a shower of fragrant petals along with prayers and best wishes of two sets of parents, siblings, cousins, friends, neighbours and all other relatives.
Accompanied by the tune playing on the instruments, the groom ties the thaali, as the mangalsutra or the holy string of matrimony is known, there would be another shower of petals from the ceiling, as if the heavens themselves have opened to bless my parents.
The feast that would follow would be talked about for many years to come. The traditional sadyawould be served, with all the different accompaniments to the rice – the achar, pappadam, upperi, erisseri, thoran, aviyal, olan, parippu, sambar, pulissery – you name it and all those would be on the banana leaf that is laid out in front of you. As any avid foodie knows, no sadya is complete without payasam – the kheer; at this feast too, you wouldn’t be disappointed and will be treated to 3 different payasams one each chosen by dad, mom and me.
That bright sunny day in February, when my parents tied the knot, is the day I want to repeat itself – with just a slight change- that when it repeats, I want to be present, to witness the great day – of my living gods getting married, and taking their first step in their new life. 

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda
PS: Edited to Add the WOW Badge upon being chosen as a WOW post : 
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Writing to me is therapy, it frightens and comforts at the same time. Liberates like nothing else. A book in my own name is a dream, but a bigger dream would be to write something that haunts the reader even after the last page is turned and the book is shut. I enjoy reading and music, spending time with family whilst battling my social awkwardness.

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22 thoughts on “Tomorrow’s Dream of a Yesterday

  1. Amazingly beautiful and a sweet dream! I believe this can come true as many couples are married again in the presence of their kids when they complete 25 or 50 years of togetherness! 🙂
    All the very best for WOW 🙂

    • Yes Shilpa, it does come true these days. We missed our parents’ 25th anniversary… maybe in a couple more years, this will materialize 🙂

  2. Bhavya, My moms wedding sari too has this silver thread woven in instea dof gold :-D. Sadly its almost in taters now n someday when I hv a child, I will want something made pout of the taters into a dress for her…..

  3. Watching your parents get married…and what’s more,actually helping in the arrangement sounds like so much fun…may your dream come true.. & when it does,do share the experience 🙂

  4. Beautiful post; I hope your dream comes true!

    By the way, I found the wrong blog the first time, and commented on an old post, hoping to read more from you. Now I remember I’ve already see your blog and love it! Haha, sorry I got confused for a bit. 🙂

    • Thank you Kristen 🙂
      I saw your old comment today 😀 No problem, no need to apologize please. I should try and find a way to hide it somehow, so noone else goes over there again 😛

  5. Touchwood Bhav.Zz….

    I witnessed my grandparents marriage at Sastipoorti.. hoping to see my parents soon 😉

    May your dream come true dear, AMEN <3

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