A Sad Wedding of a Happy Couple – Short Story #1

Here I am, sitting alone, at a sad wedding of a happy couple. This wedding looks almost perfect, the beautiful process of two happy individuals tying the knot. Two happy individuals in love. There is not one possible thing wrong here. The families adore each other, money is spent lavishly, and both bride and groom have secure, happy jobs. Both have a home they share. Both have a car each, of the highest possible value. Both are happy. They are getting married. They are a happy couple, in love. Then why is this a sad wedding?

Weddings are not only about the two people involved and their close family. Weddings are about the people involved. The people who gather and witness this (supposedly) joyful event. That is what I am sitting here and noticing. Most of the guests here are sad. Most of the guests here, relatives or friends, are morbid. The reason is not the wedding. The reason is their own lives. Their highly intricate, complicated, web- like lives which stop them from enjoying the present. It stops them from sharing the joy of the newly- weds, something they gathered here to do in the first place.

There is a long lost friend of the groom here, standing timidly at the side, and throwing furtive glances at the gate. He was waiting. Waiting for their third friend to show up, the girl of his dreams. Someone he had loved ever since the three had bunked classes to eat samosas in tenth grade. He had never told her. He never had the guts. But today, after downing a couple drinks, he finally thought he was ready. His eyes bright up when he sees a familiar car pull up. He brushes his sherwani and takes deep breaths. She gets out of the car, looking as beautiful and radiant as the sun after a disdainful winter. The very next second his eyes lose spark. Hand in hand with her lover, the beautiful girl enters the wedding hall.

She enters the wedding hall, throwing happy glances at everyone she knew. A photographer asks her to pose for a picture, and she looks at the man next to her timidly, and he replies with a shrug. They smile for the camera. They don’t mean it. They are both anxious. They were once in love, everything had seemed perfect. Somehow, after a few months, things seemed strained. None had time for the other. None were making an effort to keep this relationship from spiraling down. They had decided to attend this wedding together, just to avoid unwanted questions and to feel a little alive again. “I’m off to the drinks bar,” he told her, wanting to leave her side as soon as he could. “Sure,” did she even have a say in this anymore?

“Anything, just anything strong,” collecting his drink, his poison for the night, he leaned against a low wall and took the first sip. He could feel himself slipping away instantly, the familiar and welcome burn of cheap alcohol stinging his throat. He calmed down and looked around. “Lucky, happy people,” he sighed. Why was he a total mess? He was slipping away from everything gradually, and he could do nothing to stop it. His phone rings, and his insides turn colder than the ice in his drink. He rushes to throw away the rest of the drink, and runs like a maniac towards his car. “Not today, just not today,” he seethes under his breath. He drives maniacally to the hospital, runs to the familiar room, and looks at his cancer- stricken mother. She looked even weaker than she ever has. He didn’t know what to do. Everything he earned went to her treatment. Still there was no improvement. He wished for a human contact. He wished for his family, all of whom had left them when she got admitted. Thinking back, he realized how he hadn’t informed anyone. He should have told his sister, who was probably dancing at the wedding, oblivious to her mother’s disdainful state. She had disowned them as soon as she got to know about the cancer, why would she care now?

The next song rolled around, and her legs were giving way. She had danced too much. She was tired, but she couldn’t stop. Stopping means going back to her husband, who would probably return all her smiles with a scowl. His constant jittering and pestering about the home loan and their son’s school fees got on her nerves. She just wanted a day away from it all. She wanted her mother to pat her hair and tell her how she should face all this. Ever since she had told her she won’t be able to help pay her medical bills, her mother had refused to stay in contact. She wanted to help, but she was helpless. Paying for her chemotherapy meant taking another loan. Her husband had given her an ultimatum: one more loan and he would apply for a divorce. Where would she go, if that happened? She couldn’t possibly keep up with that. Her brother refused to help her. Her brother, an alcohol addict, was lucky. He had a perfect love life, something she aimed to have herself. His love was the envy of all in college and school life. She was what every girl strived to be and who every guy strived to be with. One of the groom’s closest friends had been in love with her since tenth grade.

The bride and the groom sit majestically at the podium, looking around at the happy faces of all the people they love. This was their day. The most important day of their life. They were so happy, nothing was out of place.

Love, after all, makes you oblivious.


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