The bride

There he stood clean shaven, wearing his glasses.
"You look 'decent'!",I told him
"Yeah, Seniors and ragging... Come she's standing there near the car."
We walked towards the bride to be who was bending into the car searching for the wedding invites on the back seat.
"Can't find it, where did it go?!" She asked herself after saying hi.

We talked for quite some time about her future plans, life and studies in architecture, post marriage travel plans, Patch's college life and the good food he gets there (Ice creams, non-veg everyday...). We talked like we had always met up to talk for years, yet it was just the 5th time I had met her in 2 years. A person who just needed to know whether I, a big brother, would be around, to stay back late for a common programme for her sister to be part of it. Phone calls ringing with enquiries out of responsibility and concern for her young one. A person with a lot of responsibility in the form of studies, work, a house, a sister, personal life, yet very small in stature. She was going to step into another life, becoming a bride and a wife. I could see the child in her yes looking at me as she spoke. Even Patch seemed older to her. But there was an exuding confidence which was nearly shining as she spoke about the travel plans to Goa, Gulf, Trivandrum, Bangalore and back. She was brimming with expectation, like any happy bride-to-be.

God bless!

They gave me a fabulously crafter wedding invitation, which was ellaborately designed. And off went the brother and sister. Patch said he'll call when he gets a new number, as he'd lost his phone...

Everything seemed so unreal and like a dream. The way I was connected to those 2 two people can't be explained. Yet they have a significant impact on me.
And Patch will call when he gets the new number.