For the first time in a long time I wasn't working for the entire Easter weekend. Four days off! Of course it flew by.
On two of the four days, I attended an Indian wedding. There is nothing more colourful!
On the Saturday was the Graha Shanti Yajna, Geet and Garba, which amounts to the pre-wedding ceremony and celebrations.
On the Sunday was the wedding proper. Ladies were decked out in the most stunning colours which were topped with the shiniest sequins and decorated with the most exquisite gold. At an Indian wedding, more IS more.
Today I was watched Sex and the City. I know it's all about shoes and sex, but sometimes it's also a reality check for me. After going to a wedding where the couple looked so very good together and seemed relaxed and happy, it's easy to start to believe that fairytales do come true. Sex and the City reminds me that many women reach their late 30s and beyond, and they're still alone, looking for love.
Honestly, dying alone scares me.
In one of the episodes in season 2, Miranda buys an apartment and besides all the questioning about her marital status which this invokes, her new neighbour also tells her that the previous owner died in the apartment alone, and it took a week before anyone found the body, by which time the cat had eaten half her face. Miranda has a little panic attack.
I can completely relate. None of us wants to die alone, but how much control do we actually have over this?
Finding someone you love, and who feels the same way about you, at the same time that you do, is a miracle.
