Heart to heart
Part 1
"From: Milind Mishra <Milind.Mishra@MMcorps.in>
To: Prachi Shah <Prachi84@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hello!
Dear Prachi,
This email was a long due. Ever since you gave me your email id, I have thought of writing you every day. But it almost took me a month to finally write to you. Though we have often spoken over the phone for the last couple of weeks, I haven't been able to talk my heart to you. I guess it's the same from your side.
Prachi- the name still reminds me of the little girl who used to ask me to get her mangoes from the churchyard. Do you remember the day Father Francis caught me stealing mangoes and your father came to my rescue? I am so glad it was all kept between you and your dad. If my dad had known about it, he would have banned me from my annual summer vacation in Pune.
After I went abroad for studies, I used to miss Pune so much. Slowly my studies, my career took over and the memories of Pune, the churchyard, the lake, Inder unlce, Premlatha Aunty and you were sealed in a corner of my heart. But when I visited Pune last month, after 10 years, it felt like coming home.
I still can't believe you and I are going to be husband and wife tomorrow. I know it was all Daadi's conspiracy (hahaha!!). But you and I both also know how precious is Daadi for us and we would do anything on earth to fulfil her wishes. She has been my mother, my friend and my philosopher. I completely trust her that she would choose the best for me and here you are.
I was apprehensive that day, when Daadi announced all of a sudden that her beloved grandson is going to marry Inder's daughter. To be honest, I wasn't apprehensive about myself, I was more worried about you. I didn't want this decision to be forced on you. That's why I asked you before we exchanged our rings if this is what you wanted. When you said yes, my heart was happy. You know why? Without my knowledge I probably was already losing my heart to you when I saw you dancing in your cousin's wedding. Now, don't accuse me of why I didn't tell you this so far! I just couldn't gather courage. I am relieved that I am conveying it at least this way.
Prachi, tomorrow will be our big day. A new chapter will open in our lives. I want to welcome you to my home, my family and my heart. I hope I will be able to give you all the love and care a husband can give a wife. I hope we live a great life together and make Daadi's dreams for us come true.
I have never written such a long email! But now that I have written it, I will send it to you. I hope you read it before our wedding. If not, I will bore you with all this after you come to my house.
See you tomorrow, my yet to be wife!
Lots of love,
Milind"
Milind clicked the 'send' button after reading through what he wrote for the third time. He stretched himself on his chair thinking about the next day after which he would be a married man. He then opened the little silver box and took out the platinum chain he had bought for Prachi. He thought he should give it to her on his wedding night with her. He then heard a knock on his door and it was his sister Sukruti.
"Bhaiyya, did you try your sherwani? We won't have time for it tomorrow" Sukruti opened Milind's wardrobe to take out his wedding attire.
"It's fine Sukku. I don't have to look like a model". Milind showed his disinterest in dressing up as usual.
"Bhaiyya, this is the only time you will marry. Do you know how beautiful is Prachi's lehenga? I don't want her to outshine my brother. Now come on, wear it and show me how you look. I will choose the watch and rings to go with it" Sukruti took Milind's watches out.
Milind wore the sherwani on his T-shirt. Sukruti made him wear the sehra too and she took him out to let Daadi and her father Mishraji see how the groom looked. Milind was a tall, dark and handsome man who looked dashing both in Indian and western attires. Once the whole Mishra family approved Milind of his look, he finally got out of the heavy sherwani.
As Sukruti put his wedding apparel back in the wardrobe Milind asked her if he should shave for his wedding.
"You should ask Prachi, not me" Sukruti had giggled while she left saying good night to her brother.
Milind didn't yet share enough comfort with Prachi to ask her if she likes him clean shaven or with beard. He liked his facial hair and was never fond of clean shaving. He decided to leave his beard as it is.
In Pune, Premlatha and Prachi's friends had finally come to a conclusion about Prachi's hairstyle for her big day. Prachi breathed a sigh of relief once she was finally given the sanction to sleep after going through two hectic days of wedding preparations and rituals.
Edited by ShubS - 16 years ago
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