Last night was impeccable.
Although it might last up to 5 hours,
but it was delirious fantasy of my life.
Marriage does not always occur to me when it comes to LOVE.
Yet last night it was magical.
I was wearing a purple-ish pink Salwar Kameez with glittered
see-through scarf on my head.
My delicate hands were designed with artistic henna patterns,
and there were gold jingling on my ears, wrists, ankles, and neck.
But the best of all, the precious remembrance that I remembered,
was "the stare" he gave me as he walked past my room.
I was besieged with all my delicate bridesmaids, giggles were filled in the atmosphere.
And all I could do was to look down and act as though I am shy.
It was part of our custom to behave this way.
Thought it was kind of odd but I loved it though. Why? Coz it may send a sense of frenzy into his nerve the moment he looked into my eyes.
That's when everything was white and glaring.
It was just a remarkable dream- an abstract.
