A year ago, on October 10th, my sister got married to the guy whom she loved for years. It was a different sort of marriage, for it was not an arranged marriage as it happens here, rather how a marriage ought to happen – a public declaration of hearts-in-love. My sister revealed about her venture half a year before the marriage and sought my support. Just then we, as a family, were going through a tough period. I had no second thought about supporting her, but one thought was predominant in my mind – this marriage has to happen with the blessings of my parents. It is no easy task to swim against the current, especially in a society like ours. It took us time, but as we were convinced and persistent, not only they agreed but they came and blessed the marriage too. A year is gone and in this time my mother would have said a thousand times that they couldn’t have found a better person than my brother-in-law, which is true. I am very proud and happy that I stood by my sister.

My sister and brother-in-law (BIL) took a day off on Friday. They went for a movie, shopped around and bought some sweets. My BIL’s younger brother bought a cake. As usual, I am damn poor in these kind of occasions and I forgot to buy them a present. But I took them to (Park) Sheraton on Saturday and we had a good food. They presented a cake as a complimentary and sang a ‘Congratulation’ song for them. All in all, the anniversary went simple and joyful.