My unconventional wedding
Our wedding was nothing magical like I dreamt it would be. You know, that kind of wedding where everything is all fairy tale like, everyone excited for it (well, I don’t think any wedding can be like that, but such was my wish). It was an unconventional wedding and it took a lot of effort and help from everyone. The “normal” is so normal in us that anything diverse from that is a bizarre concept. When I felt like spending my entire life with a man who is not from our caste, floods of emotions started hitting me. Is it worth it? Should I hurt my parents? Will I be so unhappy if I go for someone from my caste? My dad Mom can find a good person for me. My parents don’t deserve this, they will be hurt. After all they did everything for their children, right? Why am I such a bad person to not think about all their troubles? Why go through all the trouble when I can give all the happiness to them by marrying someone from my caste? Why am I so selfish. The state was excruciating mentally. T