Village Love

Chapter 7

Gowri POV.

It has been a month now that I am in my village and working in college. I have been enlightened by my surroundings now. Life seems to blossom again in the village. I am feeling like myself. Still, now everything is running smoothly. This is what I was missing in the city. The carving for family and loneliness. But the city environment thought me much to lead my life myself without being a burden on anyone. It was the best opportunity I have got to recognize my inner strength. I developed myself to face every challenge, but somewhere I am still scared of this world.

My grandparents made me feel comfortable through my parents were there for me, I don't want to stress them more so I looked forward to being social. They are the ones who stood beside me. I am great full that I got such wonderful grandparents. Still, I get chills when I remember the love story of my parents. If grandpa didn’t beloved them and didn’t a reunion, with my parents I would be deprived of their love. Thanks to God that he was with us.

Everything was going well. I hope it remains the same as it is now

Tomorrow we had been invited to the marriage function of my father's friend's daughter we have to go there. You see in the village if someone married the whole village will be invited. Most of the people attend to bless the new weds but some only arrive at the time of food. Well even I missed the marriage food. It’s been a long time I attended the marriage function. Today let me enjoy it.

I don't know what to wear it will be looked after by my grandma. I told her I don’t want to wear a saree in marriage function. I don’t want to as I wear saree for college to and now for function who will wear the same thing. Life asks for some changes right.

Next day.

The marriage function arrived soon anyhow the function was held in the evening so there is no problem with our usual work. But I want to get ready so it may take time. Well, we girls take more time in pampering ourselves.

I did my morning chores and went to work after a hectic day. I came back and took a rest so that I will be active and no dullness on my face. So that nobody pays any attention to me.

By evening everyone started getting ready. I also wore my dress though it was simple it was looking beautiful for me. We all women got ready in my room. I helped Mumma and grandma in dropping their silk saree.  My mum was pressuring me to wear saree as there will be many people. But I was not willing. I got ready lately. we took our car and rode to the destination.

The destination place in a little far. It was a big marriage hall. The hall was fully decorated with withe color curtains and pillars with pink and red roses. On the entrance, either side the groom and bride's name was written. We were greeted by the flower girls who sprinkle perfume on us and lends a flower.

It was really nice that I came here. It is mind refreshing. My family introduced me to some of our neighbors and friends. The people have really spent more time and money on decoration. Everything was nice.

My grandma and Mumma were engaged in the women gossip. Grandpa and papa were also joined men's.

I was alone wondering what to do, I didn't like the idea to join the women gossip, as I know soon they will talk about my marriage.

But I was not ready still I need to prepare.

As I was roaming around I heard a noise at the entrance. All the family members of the groom were standing there. Mostly to welcome the close relative I think suryavanshi huge joint family.

Not Again.

Soon they were welcomed and gave welcome drinks nothing but juice or water.

All the family members went to wish the newlyweds.

My family members called me to join them as the marriage is going to take place.

The bride was all red because of the teasing of her cousins and stare of her soon to be husband.

They were cute together. Soon the Mangala ( mangalsutra) was tied by the groom and the bride's forehead was colored with red vermilion and yellow vermilion on either side of her ear by her husband and she was their seating and staring at her husband with love and tears. It was their moment to cherish.

Even I like my marriage to be like this. Soon one day or the other I will also leave my family.

This thought bought tears in its eyes.

I hugged my mum all of a sudden seeing the bride crying.

I wiped my tears before it is seen by others. My family went towards them to congratulate the newly wed even I joined them and smiled at the photographer who was taking photos of every close relative.

That time when I was standing on the stage which was high a bit. We can see everyone present in the hall. I saw that the sarpanch's (head of the village) family was seated in front and all the ladies were looking at me. I don’t know what is the problem of these ladies mostly that Sitara aunty. She stares me which gives different feelings in me. She seems to calculate me.

Soon I turned my face to grandpa and motioned him to see the front. He was struggling hard to control his laughter. As he knows my problem that I am not social with people. I feel uncomfortable with strangers. He can help me right, buy no he gets immense happy seeing me like this. Where I can’t even tell anyone about my situation, not I can seat silently.

But only the black orbs were silently stealing a glance at me. Now her son started. What is the problem of this family? Always starting others. Don’t they feel uncomfortable doing this?