It was one of those moments that can not be captured with a still camera. Or for that matter with a motion camera. Afterall, every moment has its share of hormonal rush, its share of hidden feelings and unsaid words.
My marriage reception was coming to an end and Rekha’s family had decided to leave Malar Maligai (the venue for the three hour long function in Madurai).
I called Rekha’s father aside, held his sweaty right hand and said: “Uncle, do not worry. I will take good care of your daughter. And that is a promise.”
Even before I had finished, tears had rolled down his cheeks. He did not utter a single word…but conveyed a lot. Rekha would see her father break into tears and join the party…
Her father held my hand for what seemed like an eternity. Without a single word being said after my manly promise, he would get down from the stage and walk into the crowd.
I felt like a man for the first time in my life. He really loves her…and I knew those tears were not stage managed.
With a single well-rehersed sentence, I had managed to bring some peace to the man who has lost both his daughters to intelligent & smart bridegrooms (one of them being me . Now, I only wish I can ful-fill my promise.
Next post will be from Kannur..where I will be spending three days before we head to Kumarakom for our honeymoon.