Whenever one of my friends is about to get married, I panic. Don’t get me wrong. I love weddings. What’s not to love? People look and behave their best, there’s good food, awesome music and awful dancing. It’s just the preparation that drives people to the brink of insanity. I get phone calls in the middle of the night asking me if I know a good caterer, or what flowers I would recommend with a yellow-white setting. Needless to say, my phone is usually answered by the mister, who dutifully informs people that I’m busy or tired or both.
Now that I’m on the other end of the phone call, I’m finding my own behavior reflected in other people. I wake up in the middle of the night excited, jittery, irritated, and wistful all at once. I’m panicking coz I haven’t found the right saree to wear, or I don’t have earrings to match. Or that the mister seems to be sitting on his ass playing computer games instead of making railway reservations, which, if you’re familiar with IRCTC, is near impossible.
I’m turning into the monster-bride I hate so much, and could really use some kind words!
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