“ I guess it's going to have
to hurt, I guess I'm going to have
to cry, And let go of some things
I've loved to get to the other side
I guess it's going to break me
down, Like fallin when you try to
fly,
Sad but sometimes moving on
with the rest of your life starts
with goodbye.."
         ~Carrie Underwood~

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Chapter7~closing a chapter of my life-

I wake up in the empty room zeroing my vision on the now moderatly hot tea filled cup. It was steamy when Mala placed it with a vain attempt of awaking me. I did not wake up, but I remember.

I sip on it.

The sleep was far better than excepted and the bed-tea is a cherry on top of it.

Who knows that sleeping on the floor(with the soft fluffy matress ofcourse!) turns out to be that refreshing!

But the tiredness is the sole reason for the good l sleep I think.

Otherwise the night of wedding spending on the floor( I don't count the matress) is so stingy!....uh, who arranged this poor place for my wedding?

Oh! the very same maternal uncle who arranged my wedding with Ankush!

Man seriously! Why does he act so stingy sometimes?

It is not that my father was not gonna give him the charge of renting a wedding place! Then why to act so mercilessly stingy!

I crushed the plastic cup in a unique pattern after emptying it and charging me for this long day with the hot liquid.

I get up and come out from the room to find a dustbin.

The place is awkwardly quiet.

Where is everybody and what time is it!

I slipped in a pair of oversized flipflops which are the only pair left outside the room and my own lovely stiletto was missing.

I walk to my house and enter the hall. Does everybody forget whose wedding is this! I mean look at the people who are here to attend my wedding! They are pretty happy without me! Enjoying themselves!

bah! way to go Anu!

I shuffle to the hall acknowledging them who finally notice me and then I glared at the wall-clock.

Yes, the innocent clock deserves a glaring for sweetly declaring it is 11:25.

what.the.hell!

Did I sleep that long!

I excuse myself to the relatives and go to my room.

Ma is there, selecting a saree for this day.

"Ma, why does no one awake me ?"

I whin while applying the paste on my toothbrush which I have fetched from the sink outside the attached washroom while coming into the room.

" Awe baby, you had a long day yesterday and you have to deal with a couple of long days more. So we decided to let you sleep as long as you want."

" Wwe?"

My word muffles for of foam in my mouth.

" Your husband and me."

I hurry to the sink to spit.

oh yes! how can I forget I have a husband!

Washing my mouth with water I ask Ma," Where is he?"

" He has gone to explore the locality."

Oh fine! He should have. Know the area from where I'm!

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Mala is pinning up my the trail of my saree then Ma enters the room and declares that he is here.

" Is he going to come here, inside this room?"

Ma nods affirmatively.

ah WHY! that freaking professor!

Flashing a smile he enters the room wearing a red shirt untucked to his black jeans.

Oh boy! I remember! I saw Mitra uncle to a boy wearing red T, so this was him! My soon to be husband at that moment!

Holy Shiva!

" Good morning Radha!" He greets me innocently, his curly black hair was shining, he has showered.

Two gray eyes are twinkling through his nerdy black glasses.

" Morning." I mumble though the time rolls to past 12:30.

" Ready? We get some rituals downstairs." He asks me.

In his casual attire he looks like a school boy, nerdy but naughty.

I nod fixing my semi-dripping hair and apply the shidoor and bindi on my forehead. Then I collect my glasses and gesture him to start for downstairs.

" Wipe your head perfectly Radha. It may cause you a cold."

He tells me not budging for downstairs.

Oh! firstly this 'Radha' and  secondly this fake caring! huh!

" I'm accustomed Mister! and it is nothing of your business." I shoot a glare and walk past him to outside of thd room and when I am walking out a whisp of fresh smell captures my nostrils.

Oh! So proffesor uses perfumes!

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The day went without much bumping. After ending of the gibberish rituals we had a plain lunch. And that was tasty. Then I shuffled around my cousins and Idhant opened his bag of stories to my relatives. How can he be so easy? I mean how well he mixes with everyone(except me) as if he had an old relation to everyone.

Yeah I don't like him, but I won't lie, he is an amazing combination of boyish and manish charm.

And now  this boyish manish professor is taking blessings from every elders touching their feet and so do I.

I'm going to live my house, just some minutes after.

I swallow.

A lump is forming in my throat.

I'm going to leave my parents.No, no! How can this happen! How did I grow up that first! I'm definitely not ready to run my own household. I always prefer to be a baby and being pampered by my Ma and Daddy.

And now today-

My eyes sting with tears.

My heart feels heavy. How I'm gonna survive without my Ma's caring! without her dishes! without her goodnight kisses!

And how do I survive without teaming up with Daddy and blowing the rest of the world!

And when I finally proceed to touch my father's feet I can't hold it anymore. I burst out crying.

" Dad-ddy-" , I sob. Oh, I'm gonna miss my first love, my technical man.

" Hey hey, stop Anu." Daddy smiles reassuringly and cajoles me with some soothing words. Then I turn to my mother. She is crying too.

I hug her and inhale the mamma scent.

After a while I pour paddy to the backside over my shoulder not turning back .

And now I'm not allowed to turn back according to the ritual though I'm too tempted to ignore it.

But I don't.

I silently climb to the car. Idhant joins me after some minutes and gestures the driver to start.

I become much stable after sheding silent tears for 20 minutes. Idhant keeps looking at me sympathatically but does not say anything for which I'm grateful.He is back in his wedding dress like me. The afternoon breeze makes his curly locks swiping over his face constantly. He runs his hand to his curvy waves to keep them in place. But the wind is unruly.

When the car takes a turn to an empty road I put my glasses back on me after wiping my eyes properly and shoot the million dollar question,

" Sir, Why did you marry me?"

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¤¤shidoor- vermilion...

¤¤ bindi : small round paint put on the forehead...

¤¤ saree- a traditional dress of woman in Bengal and  in most of the other parts of India too..

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**written on my phone**

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long time, huh?

Sorry for that.

Blame my mood, it sticks in updating One Step Closer, the only story of me updated moderately.

Well, this is a filler.

I planned more to write but now I stop here.

A more to come later.

Stick with this and gift me orange stars and inspires me to write more.
It is the only way to gain an early update.
so, please...

**dedicated to Maria Horan, a crazy potato♥♥

take care everyone.

         -truant_Delilah_xx

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