Chapter Twenty-Eight : The Mystery Night
Tanya
*Day before marriage*
"What are you doing
Tanya? Didn't I ask you to have some rest before the events begin?" I was
being scolded back again by My Masi.
She was my mom's very close friend but lovingly I used to call her Masi.
"Masi please let me do
this, let me help you out.. How can I just sit back doing nothing and watch you
guys doing all the work." I pleaded her to let me help her with the
preparations.
"Bhai sahab, please ask her to have some rest while she can. Wedding
events can be really hectic and stressful" My Masi asked my Dad to convince me. But I was in no mood to stay in a
room and get bored doing nothing.
"Tanu, you should better
listen to your Aunt. You won't be getting any time to rest later." Dad
said.
With a few more minutes of
the similar conversation, I was locked up in my room. Now, I had nothing much
to do now except the so called ‘rest’. The events will be beginning since this
evening.
Whole mansion was transformed
into a palace. The decorations were so beautiful that I felt like a princess in
some grand palace. The beautiful chandeliers that hung from the ceilings,
flower garlands over the railings, red carpets on the floors and stairs. The
lightings that went blinking all over the place wherever your vision persists.
It felt like a dream coming true.
After Ruhani's departure to
London, I had shifted back with dad. He used to complain about growing old, He
didn’t wanted to stay with his family now.
Finally, I was quite happy to
see that he understood the when he had left us all alone being busy on his business
trips. Money can surely can buy you all the luxuries in the world but it can't
make you happy. After few arguments and long talks dad was successful in
bringing me back to my original house where I belonged.
Rehan had joined his family business
and used to travel to different places for it. So instead of living all by
myself, I decided to shift back. I remember how everyone was happy to see me
back after years.
Avi had almost hugged me to
death that day. Even Nalini was excited to have me in the house as she won't be
the only female in the house. I got a surprise in the name of two twins Sakshi
and Pratik. So finally my big brother had a completed his family. The kids ran
and hugged my legs as bent down to kiss their cheeks. Those two are really
cute. Aren't little always kids cute?
I just was sitting on the bed
and swiping through pictures in my phone. All the memories were encapsulated in
those beautiful pictures. As I continued to swipe further, I discovered one of
our oldest pictures. Where there was Rehan, Ruhani and Me. It was one of those
clicks from our initial college days.
It our first day at college.
We had an orientation day event where all the seniors along with the staff
welcome the newly joined students into the campus. I was now really missing
those days. Those days of never ending classes, loads of assignments and
projects and the fun we used to have while completing the projects over night.
While I kept smiling and
gazing at that picture a thought struck my mind. Where's that diary? I need that diary now. I got up from the bed
and started to search for it in my bookshelf.
I was looking for the diary
when Masi knocked the door. “You aren’t ready yet?” She exclaimed as if it was
the last day on the earth. “I was about to get ready, give me a few minutes.” I
tried to calm her down.
I had to halt my search
mission for the time being and had to get ready for the first event. I am
pretty sure everyone who would be getting married will have this question for
at least once in their minds. Why there
are so many procedures in just getting married? Getting ready for each
event differently and that tiresome trail of clothes and other stuff.
I was thankful to my Masi who
had almost forced me to get some rest beforehand. The arrangements for the
event were made in the lawn outside. There were seats and long couches arranged
along with little fountains in the middle. Little led lights hanging from the
trees, fresh green grass, everything was just perfect. Soft and pleasant music
streamed from the speakers that were placed in lawn at intervals.
I was guided to one of the
seats where the mehndi artist was
beautifully sketching on the hands of young girls. I was really tired after the
Mehndi event. Even after being
hectic, it was a lot of fun. One of the artists sits beside me and starts
applying mehndi on my palms.
I glanced at the beauty and
complexity of the mehndi patterns
that were being drawn on my hands. The designs extended from fingertips to the
elbows covering the whole lower arm. I had been asked to stay careful about it
till the mehndi dries off. I was
quite cautious about it as I didn’t wish to get it smeared across anywhere.
At dinner, dad wanted to feed me. I was unable
to use my hands as they were painted with mehndi.
I could hardly recall if he ever had fed me before as kid. Where was his fatherly love when we needed it? I decided to chuck
those sad thoughts aside and just enjoy the things around me.
I washed my hands before
heading for bed. The beautiful mehndi design
could be seen on my hands. The reddish brown colour appeared so beautiful. I
wish Ruhani was here now with me. I am missing her lot more than before now. I
tried to call her but she rejected and replied with a message. The message an
apology for not attending today’s event as she had missed her flight. It also
read that she'll try to catch next one possible and will be here by tomorrow.
I hate her so much! How could she miss the flight? While I was thinking about her stupidity, I remembered where I had kept the diary. Before we were separated I somehow I had convinced Ruhani to lend me her Diary for a day. I took it to a book centre along with mine and asked that guy to combine both the diaries. I remember the look he threw at me. I opened my suitcase which was on the top of Almira. I smiled at the sight of it as I took it, sitting on the bed as I opened it to read.
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