July 31st was not a typical Saturday morning; sleeping in was not an option, nor would my excited state allow for it. A magical transformation took place not long after I awoke; I wandered into a cloud of hairspray, perfume and glitter and emerged radiant and quite surprised at the result, not to mention the photo documentation of the process, which succeeded in making mundane things, like me sitting sleepily in a chair, look quite glamorous.
From the moment I stopped out of the wedding car, we moved into fast-forward mode; the rest of the morning was a blur. There was rain – enough, apparently, to solve Delhi’s water problems for a month. There were fairy lights, satin bows, orchids, even a red carpet. There was brunch and a delectable carrot wedding cake with cream cheese icing which Peter and I barely tasted before it mysteriously disappeared. There were so many loved ones, many of whom had travelled so far and all of whom had braved the rain to be there. Our many separate worlds – family, friends, AKCS, Hebron, TISB, DBF, St. Stephen’s, and Cambridge – came together that morning in an explosion of excitement and joy.
However, the moment that stands out clearest in my memory took place, as all memorable moments should, to the sound of atmospheric music. The Bridal Chorus on gently plucked guitar strings filled the air. I turned the corner, and there, waiting for me at the end of the aisle, was my beloved and my friend, tuxedoed and handsome, wearing a grin almost as big as my own. Joy.
When the LORD restored the fortunes of Zion, we were like those who dream. Then our mouth was filled with laughter and our tongue with shouts of joy; then they said among the nations, “The LORD has done great things for them.” The LORD has done great things for us; we are glad. (Psalm 126:1-3)
Delhi => Goa => Bangalore => Chennai => Ooty => Bangalore => Delhi => England
We have been following a somewhat erratic path through all the places that have been home to us over the years.
We started in Delhi, because this is the place where, over four summers thick with memories and also humidity, God saw fit to bring us miraculously together. We then proceeded to Goa because it was there, two years ago, that Peter proposed, on a rocky hillside overlooking the foamy sea, blanketed by a drizzling mist set aglow by the setting sun. Bangalore was next on the agenda because it is there that Mum, Micah (my little brother) and the perfect meal of dosa and peanut chutney are to be found. Then came Chennai, where we spent quality time with my Dad, my extended family, and more incredible food. Ooty, of course, was the place where we first met, at Hebron School. Then there was a brief stopover in Bangalore, and now we are back in Delhi, a little too well-fed and quite tired from all the travelling, enjoying the peace and simplicity of life at the Delhi Brotherhood, where we are staying.
If (when!) my spouse visa comes through, we will leave for England on the 10th of September.