Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get- only with what you are expecting to give-
KATHARINE HEPBURN
which is everything.
Feb 5, 2026, 3AM.
It was about time.
Finally, a decade-old, mostly long-distance relationship between the two received its long-awaited seal of approval from the elders—in red tika, flowers, diyos, prayers, and blessings.
Priest reciting sacred verses.
Groom, Bride, both visibly cautions to follow through the instructions.
Attendees few excited and hooked; plenty at the verge of sleep, barely awake.
I, awake, present, absolute — feeling grateful to be part of the marriage matrix.
Groom, my twin brother, the man of the hour dressed in a sharp, double-breasted navy blue suit with subtle white pinstripes, fastened with two buttons for a classic, sophisticated look. Nonetheless, he is visibly nervous, meticulous and vigilant — all while wanting to make sure he is at his best self.
The bride, a radiant counterpart and the heart of the ceremony—dressed in traditional Nepali Hindu bridal attire: a rich red saree, brocaded with intricate gold embroidery and floral motifs; gold jewelry adorning her from head to toe, evidently representing strength, passion, and her goddess-like status. Fresh mehndi on her hands, duly inviting good fortune and warding off evil spirits. Shyness palpable. Attentive, serene, perhaps exhausted —calm outside, but more so
quietly “on fire” inside.
All the attention there is to, there can be— Is on the red-and-blue couple seated at the center corner of the hall.
They seemed happy, albeit eager to just get it over with.
Closeness is the craving.
The rest? Mere formalities.
So beautiful – the whole thing.
Peaceful – the vibe.
Heart warming – the look in the eyes.
Two ‘in-love’ souls.
One ‘for-life’ goal.
Monica.
Bishow.
Weds.

Namaste.
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