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I’m the New Bride-to-be. ❤️

So it’s all done. I packed my bags. My wardrobe is empty. All set to leave my family and home. Few hours left. Counting my last hours as Spinster, and himself as a Bachelor. I’m super excited; also I let my tears flow at night. I’m so embarrassed. I have to wake up to get prepared for my big day. I’ve bought all the beautiful dresses and sarees. I’m loving my ornaments. My mehandi prints are fabulous. I’m gearing up my mind to stand there in front of the huge crowd, with my fiancé. My mom talks about how to life further, how to cook good food, when to wake up in the morning, how I should treat his family, how flexible should I be situations and blend with people; and on the other side my dad starts his lecture. Hell lot of advices from both. For the very first time, their goodness and guidance put me in tears instead of ending up in anger. Parents seem to sound so beautiful at some instances. 24 years of my journey with them. So much comfort and love, all these days and every minute. I’m so deeply jailed behind my thoughts. I’ll no longer be pampered under my parents’care. Myself and my very own family is changing into a long-distance relationship. I’m so afraid. So much. What should I do the very next day at his house? Go to the kitchen early in the morning? Greet my in-laws? So, how will they respond to me back? When to take a break and relax on the couch? A sudden transformation from ‘I lay on my bed all day long and my mom never minds’ to ‘I’ve to take up multiple responsibilities and keep up with my duties everyday’. So weird! When should I go to bed and when does my morning shades appear? What if I act strange or funny sometimes in front of my new family? Will they judge me? Will they love me all the time? I’m confused. I’m scared. I’ve to prepare myself for everything and face it alone. New people, new surroundings, new taste of foods, new relationships. I know I can no more complaint about having Upma for my breakfast. Nor I can make something different according to my taste. It is that. That’s how it is supposed to be. I understand. I’ll miss my mom switching off the fan at 10 a.m. to wake me up; and my dad and cousins who always pull my leg for everything and nothing. I’m sure to do my best to satisfy my new family. I bring a promise here to bring happiness to myself and to my new family too. A changeover from being a daughter and sister to a wife and daughter-in-law. What kind of a curse to all girls to leave her family halfway and go just like that! I’ll wait for the day I can visit my family again. Once in a week or maybe twice a month? That is going to the toughest yet unforgettable moment in my life too. ❤️

© Yashica Priya

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ABHINANDAN VARTHAMAN 🙏

The brave heart took a great challenge to fight against an other country.
They started it all; they killed our people,
but then it was time to unveil the face of our true Hero, Abhinandan.
It was a battle on the sky, a huge battle.
Such an unfortunate that he ended up landing on the ground of the opposition country,
where he was caught and beaten up.
Just because he was an Indian and belonged to the Indian Air Force?
He tried all possible ways, ran on all the four directions;
Not to save himself but to safeguard all the confidential documents he had with him.
He tried swallowing a few, but caught in hands of horrific people.
His hands were tied, eyes were blindfolded, and face dripping with blood and sweat,
It did break the hearts of every Indian,
to see our own human in extreme grievance.
The worry we Indians had was multifarious.
He wouldn’t be aware of what was going on, where has he been trapped, or under whom.
Our hearts were drenched in pain and soreness.
But he survived the agony, and in no way his face expressed it.
The courageous heart had the politeness, the same melodious tone of voice, and the bravery to go through it.
Can someone do this much to save their country?
Like a Lion amongst snakes.
But then after we heard that he’s safe and returning back to his Mother Nation,
we felt happiness beyond miles.
We love you, Sir.
You wipped off the empathy we had on you and replaced it with huge proud.
I’m so glad to say that I live in the country where Wg. Cdr. Abhinandan resides.
He is finally back.
Love and Peace.

~ A proud Indian,
© Yashica Priya