If I count all the weddings I need to attend this December, December 2010, the count would probably cross 20. Not a surprise really, we are 27 already. I don't squeal with happiness when a girlfriend tells me she's getting married or act surprised when a guy friend says he's hitched. Marriage is now a fact of life. And every time I look at their pictures, honeymoon pictures, Bangkok and Rajasthan and Kerala and Mauritius, a strange feeling takes over. That sunrise, those cocktail shrimps, those flowers, that white neatly tucked bed, those are not ordinary pictures. Those are once in a life moments. Moments they waited for all their life. We all do. And maybe it's the wait that renders them beautiful.
Sigh. It feels like it was only yesterday, when I was listening to yet another Bryan Adams "Everything I do" dedication at the school fête and giggling. And now, everyone I know is getting married. I try not to make a big deal out of it, but it is a big deal. We've come such a long long way.
I feel positively ancient today. And alone.
*****
Will you dance with me
Take my hands and lead me,
With all my faults
In the ballroom waltz
That we might have done
Had we ever been young
It'll end in tears
But not for years
If you dance with me
Will you dance with me,
Me, with two left feet
You'd be showing me how
I'm no dancer now
But soon you and I
Could step into the sky
We'll go down in flames,
Of course, but love remains
If you dance with me
I'll make only sunny weather for you
The sky will be blue forever
I'll make only sunny weather for you
To keep me and you together
And you'll dance with me
In the rain, maybe
But we won't really mind
In the end we'll find
It was just a dance
And our little romance
It'll fall to dust
But only just
If you dance with me
It'll fall to dust
But only just
If you dance with me
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