If I get married, I want to be very married
Audrey Hepburn
As she entered the ceremonial hall, slowly, carefully, perhaps p.a.i.n.f.u.l.l.y too; Ashmita to me — already seem heartfully full, hurt, cold feet, U.P.S.E.T!
Why?
Because, on that beautiful morning of 11th March 2020, somebody had purposefully, wrongly, unjustly, succeedingly, fucked up her brain. It’s only later we’d know that — this some-fucking-body had deliberately fudged her & her own with ridiculous, misleading information.
What a Fish!
However, however.
Despite an inevitable circus drumming inside her heart; she had fabricated every inch of her wretched self with such a spellbinding, such a F.U.C.K.I.N.G cool calm balanced with a sufficient stroke of mandatory shyness.
[Oh, … my heart silently, cheerfully, warmly applauded her for thy COMPOSURE and thy COURAGE!]
Nonetheless, as time melted, she glew more. Undeterred, she rose from the dirt. She’d smile all to often. She laughed. She’d become. She was happy. She was beautiful!
It was her March of 11th.
The groom (or mooley) from the beginning of mess-osses, and throughout his wedding procession, was surprisingly relaxed. Or, for better lack of word, I’d say Concerned, inside but Chilled outside !!
Plus, more to my awe, he was doing all the right s.h.i.t.s expected of any groom in a conventional marriage scene.
Be it homogeneously blending-in with photographer(s) requests for weird wedding photograph poses. Be it following up with awkward Namastés and forced-upon selfies and redundant groupies. Or, be it by simply being gentle. Mildly, wildly happy! Oh, and utterly respectful and Holy Fucking Obedient too!
[He was A Man of The Hour. And sure as fuck, he was SO!]
Susan Weds Ashmita.
And, we had a fucking blast!!!!!!!