This is a big event in a person's life - marriage. When you reflect upon it, it indeed is! Now looking from a guy's perspective it means she is coming permanently into your life, moving in, living in, certified by society, ready to take care of you, your washing, cooking and what not! Allow me to segue, ever since my big day's date was fixed I have become an ant, bringing in stuff, ever homing in, all my efforts are home bound, the courier is a big help since I stay in Guwahati, every shopping I do, be it milady's ordered items or nuts and bolts for my abode back home, the courier guys automatically write my name even without my saying it and it seems funny. I look into the mirror and I see an ant, a tireless ant.
A guy can get married two ways: Very young, so that your parents spoon-feed you to your marriage stool, you only have to wash and eat, or the "Finally" way where you do everything yourself. I am and I love the latter, by choice, have waited 12 years.
When we chat on the phone I usually tell her the joke of the "fisting groom" and it leaves her giggling all the time [will tell the joke some other day, and it is funny], and I also tell her I'm my own master and won't heed the directions of the "bor senaba", groom minder, will move my neck where I please and look at her whenever I wish and this never fails to perturb her.
So, how do I feel? Fine, nothing like an examination. I have been directing this movie for the last many years with her and so there isn't any last minute hiccups, nasty surprises around the corner. Everything was planned and orchestrated by us, so going slow, nice and easy.
I won't do a countdown either because the last time I did a 30-day countdown for a college exam it got postponed because of excessive rain. So, no countdown and, excuse me, have to go courier the invitation cards. Bye.
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