I have been thinking of an apt word that would describe the past three weeks. The only word I can think of is whirlwind. That is exactly what my life has been of late. A whirlwind, with no time to stop and think. I had a whirlwind wedding, at least that is what it felt like. The wedding was fun, I guess but the only thing that worried me was the biriyani. I really wanted to have dinner on my wedding day. Fortunately, there was enough.I love Chennai rains and they didn’t disappoint me this time. The rain came down in full force just as I got in to the car. It’s funny how the exact same thing happened on my engagement day too.. and when we just decided to leave the wedding hall to have dinner. I had to walk in the rain (fine, there was an umbrella), but I had to walk in the slushy mud lifting up my extremely heavy silk saree and subjecting my beautiful new shoes to mud, rain and just general trash. It was borderline romantic I guess. I mean, everyone thought it to be so why not. I’ve learnt to just go with the flow.
Two weeks later I jetted off in to the sunset with my tall, dark and handsome man to the land where the streets are paved with gold. No, they are not. But it didn’t matter ’cause my beau has a heart made of gold. I know it would be awfully dramatic for me to say I didn’t know the man I married but I did know him and he has been wonderful in every sense of the word.
People call me up and ask, “OMG!!! You’re in America now! How does it feel?”. Honestly am I supposed to feel any different? I didn’t feel different the day I got married and I don’t feel any different now. I’d rather just feel and be myself no matter where I am. But for those who ask, America is nice. The people are nice and the weather here is proper chilly.
I was in New York this past weekend. But that calls for a separate post. The City of Lights deserves that much.