Anu And Her First Love

ANUSHIYA VISHWANATH

One week later, our house had changed into marriage mode. Yes, the decorations were going on the full speed because we didn't have time like a month or two, just a week so they were all busy. Flowers were hanging on the doorways and around our house. Amma and Appa were super busy welcoming guests and Jo was standing beside me helping me to keep company.

Last week had been a mess. Which was I didn't stop getting those mysterious calls, who call just to hear my voice. That was insane. In change, I get to hear whoever was on the other side of the phone's breathing sound. And Jo and Akhil didn't stop cheating and killing others as Sammy calling me every day morning and giving me lectures about how to be a married woman and to take responsibilities. And also she told me that once I married him I won't still be the same Anushiya Vishwanath, I'll be Anushiya Smith.

I was thinking about that week, how they flew very fast as a jet. I didn't get any phone calls from him. I didn't even call him either. And I even forgot that he gave me his visiting card that I forgot where I kept. My life was getting ridiculous and hilarious. If I wasn't surrounded by dozens of people around me in our bride's room in that huge wedding hall, I'd have cried. I don't know I was a sensitive person until then.

It's been an hour since we just transferred from our room in the house to our room in the wedding hall. Our beautician was doing our touch-up. While thinking and scolding about me in my thoughts, reality hit me up with my beautician who was brushing my hair which was sticking on my hair knots. After some aahs and ouches and sorry, she finally let my hair in peace and I was glad that she leaves my hair and went to peat my saree.

The room was much bigger than our living room. The air conditioner seems working but still was hot out there because of people standing inside the room and filling every space around the room to see me bride's getting ready like it was also one the world's wonder. The room was filled with noise and chattering. Some of the aunties were looking at me sadly as if they missed the chance to ask me to be their daughter-in-law. And some of them were happy for me that I was going to married and moving to the US. And even some of them were being jealous of me which I don't care as if I was marrying a person I loved. And some of the children were sitting on their mom's hips and watching me like watching a cartoon on big screens. And some of the teenage girls were giggling at the corner of the room as if they were thinking of them in my place. I prayed to God that, "God, connect them with the people they love and care about them and their decisions." To be honest I didn't like the stage lighting on me even I was the heroine of that occasion.

I was looking for my sister and my amma in that crowded room but they were nowhere to see. While searching for them, a beautician painted my lips with red gloss. And that's when I realized how I scolded my sister for painting her lips, god knows how many times. I still didn't like that but I accepted for my sister's sake to paint my face and lips for this occasion.

Once the beautician finished her artwork on my face she gestured me to stand and took a photo of me to post it on Instagram and Facebook for likes. She asked my permission for that and I said yes without thinking about it because I didn't concentrate on what she was saying. And I was posing her for the picture.

Finally, I saw my mom who was busy welcoming our relations and guests. Once she made them seat she walked towards me. When she came close to me I hug her tight, really tight which shows how much I'll going to miss her.

She gasped.

and tried to lock my gaze at her because if that hug lasts for one more moment I'd have cried in front of those of people, for now. Who knows how many people she invited

as her eyes were filling with water,

respectful for others and I'd not let anyone scratch my name and family. That was just five seconds hug

of Jo and appa. I'll try to call

She just nodded.

to your husband and your mother and father-in-law." She said

is Jo, amma? I'd love to talk to her before the ritual starts." I told her

turned her heel and shouted at the crowd to see where Jo was "Jo? Jo?" Once she found her she

and hugged me tightly with her open arm. She said she needs to talk to me privately so we walked to the balcony. There were

for those times when were little we used to fight a lot and cry a lot. Those were all, my fault and you were innocent. I was elder than you so I was the one who wants to adjust but I was done all wrong. Sorry for beating you and making you cry. You are my one and only lovely sister. We used to fight with words, do you remember?" she nodded as her eyes dripping the first drop of her tear.

10th grade she was in 5th I took her pencil and pretended mine. So I got beat by amma for lying and stealing things. "Yeah, that pencil wasn't mine. I took that pencil from your back bag and put it in my bag. I liked the color of that pencil and I wanted to make it mine. I'm so sorry for that to get you beat from amma." She

chuckled, looking at her. "Will you

She smiled.