Sat I in the middle flanked by my best men, Robin flatly declined to bear the "Mingsen", he bore it 32 times and he is still a bachelor, "sungpo pokhaide, mamma", he blandly told the Bor Senaba, so he took the "Chaisen"; Priyo took the "mingsen", and wonder of wonders, two days back he sort of hooked up with a girl from Killing Feild area, Moirang Leirak, what's happening, is the myth a reality?! Roshan drove the car escorted by the Merry Men; Robin's jokes gave me a laugh line and I wanted to be sombre, serious, after all it was a Manipuri Wedding where the groom has to be serious and not fiddle around too much, neither the eyes nor the body, else the "ladki wallas" would nurture a bad impression. "Dekho dekho jaanam hum sadj-dhaj ke tere liye aaye"...
Tera Sapam Leirak to Kwakeithel Thokchom Leikai isn't what anyone would call "far" so reached there, I suspect the playing band couldn't have finished a song; escorted in, the cynosure of all eyes, hours of "Palla eshei", and then moved center stage, became a statue, agonizing wait, hours later out came my pretty damozel, and all is good. The traditional Hindu ritual, the ethereal "Kundo" affair, the traditional "Kangsubi" round, and I was whisked off to change and vanish before the "Kanya" came. Taboo to see her, what a ritual! Changed and met, sat, chatted with other Merry Men. The usual stories, advices, catch ups, and minutes later beckoned to eat off a huge Bronze plate, only half, had to save half for Thoi, that's the Tradi-Hindu way as husband and wife; after everything found Thoi devoid of all make up, and shining. Our eyes met for the first time that day after many days, prayed together and thanked God.
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