My fairy tale girl is getting married today. I feel a combination of joy and peace thinking about it – which is the best thing I can do from 5,000 kms away. I keep many lists, one of which is of names of people whose weddings I intend to attend in person. Alas, COVID-19. To be fair, her parents aren’t there either, so I need not dampen my spirits too much.
I imagine I’d have spent some time getting to know the mister if we’d been living in the same city. But I will rely on her judgement for him to be a good husband and shower her with love, big hugs, regular presents, sincere listening, relenting in arguments, uninhibited fits of laughter, and hold her hand through things that sometimes feel like an endless shit show.
Until we can celebrate together with some rum and scones, or perhaps golgappe in Delhi, here’s me wishing them both oodles of lockdown eating, drinking and perhaps gaming, followed by Christmas excitement and warmth. I hear it’s going to be a cold and snowy one.