Firstly, apologies for the delay in putting up this post. The post will however also explain the reasan for the delay.
I initially thought that “Family” as Topic 3 of Fifty Two Weeks of Gratitude came at a wrong time. But how wrong was I!!!
I wasn’t really feeling grateful to family owing to certain reasons or certain members of the family when week 3 approached. I was battling a fight that I wished I didn’t have to. Then I had to take off and go home because sister was finally getting married. Yes, the use of the word “finally” is deliberate. She met this boy and they fell in love around 17 years ago. For some reasons, the wedding was not happening and neither of them was willing to marry anyone else. Things miraculously fell in place and the wedding date was fixed as January 26, 2015.
I left for home on 17th January. Ours is a pretty big family (well, by south Indian standards, may be just another normal family) that was once a joint family and still continues to be a closely knit family. There was so much to do and so many things that had to be managed. There was whole lot of family coming in and everything and everyone had to be looked after. I was worried when I left Bangalore. But I didn’t have to. My almost a dozen set of uncles were with my brother, dealing with the sister’s in-laws and maasi’s had taken over the kitchen duties. For all the days I stayed home, I did not cook even for a single day. The cook was called only for 2 days and the rest of the fortnight, my maasi’s managed it all between them.
My cousins were so great!! The boys helped with a lot of chores, running around, getting things, fixing stuff, travelling to and fro (to Hassan & Sakleshpur from the estate and back) and the girls helped sister with whatever she had asked them to (which was not much as my sister had pretty much arranged everything before hand) and kept her entertained throughout.
It was my sister’s wedding. Almost all the cousin’s Whatsapp Status was about her wedding and most of them also had her picture as DP. They sang, they danced and made merry like never before. The happiness was so evident on the face of everyone who was around us. I am sure you are not getting why this is a big deal. I am certain that I am unable to explain how it felt in words. But trust me when I say this, it was overwhelming. One might say, almost every family sings and dances in weddings. But this is not the same. It was not just the day of the wedding or not just dancing, what I saw, felt and lived was how each and every one of those family member that was a part of our happiness, was genuinely happy for my sister and how happy it made the whole bunch. Happiness was infectious.
The night of the wedding, when we all got back home and sister went to her sasuraal, there was so much noise and quiet at the same time. It was a state of mind. A single state of mind for all those who were at home, happy for the eldest of the family, yet sad that she had left our home for good this time. This post is getting LOOOONG and I am still unable to convey how it felt. For one, I felt thankful. I am sure if my parents were seeing this from above, they would have shed a tear two and their hearts would be filled with gratitude too, seeing how much love their eldest daughter has gathered.
So I end this post, which may not make any sense to you, with a lot of gratitude. Here’s thanking each and every one of my uncles, aunts, cousins and my brother, who made the wedding so memorable and happy.
Love
Bee
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