Wedding Bells

The day seemed to pass as we

were shifted to our 

Baba's house.Dado jaan insisted Abu that we should now move to Baba's house.

My Dado was an old woman with tall figure,round-face, her dark eyes were full of power like she was holding the world on her shoulders.

She was always the authoritative and commanding woman with remarkable intelligence.Unlike Ami, she was more blunt and strict as my Dada died too early.She was left with the responsibility to bring upon four sons and two daughters.

Huge family.I've always thought how with  those huge brothers and sister they always managed.

As baba says, me and my brother were too hard to handle.We fight like we want to snap each other heads apart.

Nevermind Dado herself had 9 siblings.That fact just spins my mind.But what can we do.I don't know how she survived with 9 people.

So here I am in my home.With Dado, chachu(Uncle), phopho(Father's sister) and all family here for the occasion of Baba's Shaadi(wedding).

Like I had any idea what wedding meant that time ,except some lighting,bangles,large amount of beautiful clothes,my favourite makeup and 

THE BRIDE AND THE GROOM

So this was it in my mind.I was playing in lounge.Everybody else was talking.It was Mehndi's night.I went with phopho to neighbour's home to imprint Hena in my little hands for occasion.

I loved Hena like every children.Happiness litting through my large black eyes as I watched it.My mouth carved into smile.

The next day was like every wedding in hustle and bustle.We went for Baraat.Baba was dressed in Kameez Shalwar.He was the eldest and most masculine.His huge height with dark charcoal eyes were his prominent features reflecting his strength.His moustache were small giving a young look to him.

As a Army man, his frame was strong, muscles flexed up like a Soldier he was.He was looking magnificient.My brother was also dressed in white Kameez Shalwar having Lado (sweet) munching on.His red cheeks lit and mouth too blown to countain them.

I was really envious of his red cheeks which he hated saying : 

"Man... why they are red!!! I would have looked more beautiful with white face. Always blazing they are"

And I used to roll my eyes thinking such a ungrateful brat.People die for this blush.

So there he was flawless as always.The little bear of family.Little did they know about that annoying twat.Nevermind.

So we went for Baraat.Phupho the younger sister of Baba was my companion throughout this occasion.She was like a second mother to me.My mother's family due to clashes,hurt and betrayal were not attending.

I wore a white frock like fairy ones.I always hated them.Because I was a tomboy kind of girl.Due to presence of my brother before me.I became adapted to his behaviours and habits leading me to tomboy.My hair were short  giving me more unfeminine look.

When we reached there I was brought towards Bridal Room and I had little idea about who was inside.I don't know why mind was so innnocent and naive at that age.

Children are so pure souls.

There she was in bright orange lahngaa. It is a bridal dress for Asian brides including short shirt and long petticoat style skirt yet covering body properly.

She looked beautiful.My little eyes not understanding who she was.That innocent glance doesn't giving me the idea of awaiting storms.The brutal and most hated relationship in which we both were going to bound.

Because hell would freeze before I gave her that sacred place.

Little did I know about that truth at that time. I just like brides.They are like dolls.Fascination and amusement litting in my large black pupils.

When I move towards her she gave me bright smile.She then took my hand and kissed on top of it.Her lipstick imprinted on my hand.I greeted her and then left with excitement.

At that moment I had no idea she was my mother to be.Seriously why I was so naive unable to grab the situation and run towards Chachu . Merriment and glee enlighting my face I said to him in happiness:

"Chachu the bride kissed me!!! The dulhan(bride) shaked my hand.She was so beautiful" I said smiling.

Chachu smiled at my happiness and said : Achaaa ( Is that so) 

I nodded and moved away.

My future mother was cute woman with healthy face, warm brown eyes,thin nose glistening with gold nose pin and her lips full and pink.

The journey after baraat I slept in car and due to tiredness,I can't change into red frock meant for Walimaa function that evening.I was too stubborn to change clothes even after Phupho's insistence.

When we reached lobby.Everyone had arrived.The place was away from city's hustle and bustle.Their was lawn at the entry, illuminated with lights.A large fountain was in the middle.Lighting everywhere to celebrate this union.

Chapter: 5

Ok ,It was sweet at that time.I really like Dulhans (bride).So, me and my brother were her big fans.

Everything seems to look good.But it was not real.You know there was always an air of hesitation and reluctance.

This was due to lack of blood. 

Yes blood makes us real our bond stronger.

That without saying something our eyes could decipher our feelings.What we want and what we don't.We lack the same blood running through our veins...

I lost the moments to jump into her lap and pour my heart.I lost to being called my baby, Hayaat jananaa.I lost the freedom to do something wrong and my actions don't got into wrong intentions.I lost a part of my life.I lost the part of my heart.

Baba seem to start getting busy.As he was making money that was necessary to buy happiness.He cared for us.My father owns a heart of gold.But he hadn't time.He was good.He was kind.He was gentle.But he was not my mother.......

So we get normal.Used to this lifestyle.Chachu was always there for me.I remember the moments when I used to cry for him when there was something wrong in my life or anything I need.And just like my Guardian Angel he always came.

The first time my brother was heartbroken.When she accused him for stealing Dado's money.He was heartbroken.Her facade was broken.It was the first pain of betrayal by our mother.

My relatives were really kind and cooperative.But the thing is they have their own problems,they have their own children which they have to pritiorized first.

I hate the moment they used to say that Hayaat is ok to stay ,but we can't handle Hussnain because he demand special treatment, he is specific about food and he was cocky.My heart always bleed at the moment they rejected my brother.

It hurts.I swear it hurts more than anything.So the glory of Prince was gone.Because their was no caretaker.He stopped going and staying idly on my relatives homes.He lost interest in studies.

The real ruin was ruin of my brother.His pride,His self respect was vanished.I lost my brother at that time.We start to forget,to ignore the differences and get on with life.

You know what...my mother was not bad...This relationship was..It was poisonous.It was difficult for her.

How cannot it be because she was not who spend 9 months with us.She was not whose breaths were joined with us the moment we came on Earth.She was not who heard the heartbeats of her child inside her.So I don't blame her.Some mistakes were hers,some were ours, but we survived.

Because the thing about life is it passes and you have to cope with it.Unlike my brother, I started taking interest in studies and all other activities.The concentration and attention I lost at my home was given to me by my teachers my fellow mates.Chachu....

You know why I loved him because he always loved me unconditionally.

I was not a beautiful child,I was average.Yet he always said to me

I don't care about your face hayaat I love your inner beauty

Everybody used to taunt him why you like a dark girl like her.My complexion was not fair in my childhood days.But he always stood by my side and reprimanded them for seeing things only on surface.For not recognizing my true beauty.

He was my real supporter who help me boost my confidence,brought me out of my shadows.

You know there are few people in your life who accept you like the way you are.With the flaws they found you beautiful, they give their love without wanting something in return.He was like my little light in darkness.

Time passed and I became stronger.You know :

To be the finest gold you have to burn in fire go through hell.

So If you are going through hell then keep going.

.....

I became strong.But then again people became temporary.You don't need someone to survive.It was always about you and you would be your saviour.

The day Chachu married.Despite his kindness and affection I realized he had a wife of its own.He had to built his own family.I can't just cling to him 24 hours despite his love.

Due to my childness and insanity ,I was broken at that time.I felt betrayal,rejection and pain.But It was just to make me strong.

Now things are different.Now I have embraced reality with all my heart.Sometimes its difficult.Sometimes I'm at the edge.But I think It is what that makes me human.That makes me tend To my Allah.

The best prayer is one when you seek help from Allah when you are pain.

So pain is good.Pain is what makes us human not God -The Almighty....