A small Preface to my friends
Marriage is divine. The warmth and divin feeling you get when you attend a marrige function is something very different and you won’t get it from elsewhere. But sometimes attending a wedding night may become boring, especially, when no one else is with you. Such situations happen to me often. To get rid of the boring part, I use to think about the couple who is getting married, how they feel about that day, what they feel about getting married, how they would live next day onwards and so on. On a vague day, when I was travelling in a bus, looking outside and measuring the power of the wind coming in; I thought how it would be, on ma wedding day.
I want to get married when the May flower blossoms and the wine yard becomes violet. I want ma marriage to be a celebration for my family, and it will be I guess. I want to decorate the function like an orchard, with a wine yard. And there she is, my bride, like an angel in her gown. Her gaze lowered with shyness. We sit together facing people who has come to attend the function (that day, I won’t think about those who have come alone). Snapping sound echoes and the intense white light reflects from her face. Now a big surprise from the groom himself, I will arrange a white forest cake with a line written on it, and it will be “She is more beautiful, when she is a BRIDE”. After the hectic day of our marriage, along with a heavy feast, she is still a bride, wearing a milky white saree, like a keralite girl. Simple and beautiful. She enters into our bedroom. Her dimple makes her more beautiful. Her cheeks are red. She is shy. I will take her hand, and on her palm I’ll write with ma fingers pointed “She is more beautiful when she is shy”. Her face shined in the doom light.
On a late day from ma office, I reach home, of course late. She is a little bit angry. I could see that, she dint show her face, she was on the bed. I said “I need a coffe”. She replied without looking at me “make your own”. I went to the coffe maker, made 2 cups and I tore a piece of paper from my notepad and I wrote something on it and placed it under the coffee on the dressing table with a tuck sound. She took it, she read it and she smiled. “She is more beautiful, when she is sad”. She walked towards me with slow and short footsteps, holding the cup and the paper piece. I was sitting on an easy chair, reading a clumsy magazine, She hugged me from behind and told me in my ears “I’m sorry”. I took her to my lap and I gave her a box and said “Happy wedding Anniversary”. In that box – she opened it –she finds a diamond ring of platinum with a tag. She read the tag, I could see her lip movement; I kissed on her forhead.“She is more and even more beautiful, when she is happy”.
On a beautiful shiny day, she called to my office to share a good news. She was extremely happy. I got rid of the business fast and left my office. She attended my door bell.She came and hugged me. I kissed on her forehead and I showed what I had bought for her. A beautiful white ‘anarkali’ and a bouquet of white roses. A folded card with golden letters inside, kept in the bouquet. “She is more beautiful when she knows she is pregnent”. After 5-6 months, I went for a business tour, I couldn’t take her. It made her fairly disappointed. I dint hang up my phone call to her. But I was really confused how I could give her a surprise. I kept on thinking. But I couldn’t find any ideas to surprise her. I reached back home. She only smiled at me and helped me with the luggage. I took her hand and I hugged her. In her ears I whispered, “She is more beautiful when she has a pot belly”. She hit me on my arms and started crying.
On her delivery day, she was screaming in her labour bed. I was standing near her, curdling her. With a bunch of blue roses and written on a greeting card. On her labour bed, “She is more beautiful when the mother inside her has born”. We got a cute baby, a sweet and chubby baby. A new light In Our life. On The next Mother’s Day, she got a greeting card, a beautiful one. She turned over the page and smiled, looking at that. “She is more beautiful when she is with the baby”
I’m praying to God to make this note last one of this kind. Because the next note, If I have to write one, will be for her funeral. “Oh God, I don’t want to do that”
But I went on thinking, If I have to write one – God knows. I will get a beautiful picture of her and I will write on it,“She is more beautiful when I miss her;She really is…”