Happy Anniversary.

Everything about my wedding is a blur. As I sat through a constant series of religious rituals on a low stool, it wasn’t only my butt that lost all sense of feeling. If you ask me, “Don’t you remember me from your wedding?” there is a ninety nine percent chance that I actually do not, no matter how enthusiastically I “recollect” meeting you.

I do have one crystal clear memory of the wedding - the Saath Pheeras.
I remember every step I took.
I remember every single cell in my body begging me to flee every step I took.

I wish I had…

You make me wish I had…

Again and again and again and…