The first wedding I remember attending was my Uncle’s while I was just 8-9 years old. And that event left me with a lot of questions the most confusing of which was
“Why was the bride crying after saying good-bye to her relatives? After all their house was just a short walking distance from each other.”
Though I got a rough idea after all these years, it was only today afternoon that I really got to know the exact feelings.
As usual I came to my room today after bunking the afternoon class and saw the movie The Father of the Bride on Star Movies. It was one of the famous movies that Ive kept in my watch-later list.
I had always thought it was hard for the daughters to move out from their parents after marriage, but the hardship from the part of the parent hardly gained my attention.
To be frank, after watching the movie I was terribly frightened to have a daughter – but I absolutely want to have one. But letting go… I can’t even think of it, even now.
I know I’m a bit young to be thinking about my daughter’s marriage (have got a long list to get through before that… getting out of college, finding a job, meeting someone, getting someone, getting married, having kids and then their marriage… a really long list.) but I know one day I would be there in George Banks’ (Steve Martin) shoes.
I don’t know what to say, its terrible isn’t it?
So terrible that I find myself saying OMG every time I think about it, which is weird because I happened to be an atheist.
How can anyone accept the sad truth that someone whom you have loved so much (and in reverse too) is one fine day no longer yours.
This movie says it all.
I really hate that part of life where you have to let go of those whom you love the most.
