Amidst umpteen cups of coffee, cackles of laughter, poor jokes cracked, told and untold stories, my trousseau packing continues...
So far no one has noticed that its 3:00 am!
Just nine more days to go! On the outside, I seem to put on this brave front, no tears, no nostalgia nor fear. But on the inside, there is a storm waiting to break loose. It is going to be tough...very tough. The three days of mehendi, sagai-sangeet and then the wedding. The bidaai is going to be the most difficult one. I am not sure how I am going to handle it all. Mom crying, dad shedding silent tears, sister looking on frantically...its going to be weird.
And before the dam breaks loose, there is so much to look forward to! The crazy sangeet-dance sessions have begun. Food, clothes, jewelery, decoration being discussed. What pranks lie in wait...well only time will tell!
[This is my last post before I tie the knot...more will come in the form of words and images!]