Everyone loves a good Royal Wedding. I’m no exception. The BBC, with its special news box of wedding updates, and various Facebook updates and statuses certainly didn’t help the matter. I’ve been practically stalking William and Kate for months. And so, this Friday morning, I found myself wide awake, glued to my computer screen at four in the morning. (On a related note, between weddings and cricket, I seem to be waking up at abnormal hours rather frequently. I hope this alarming trend starts to ebb. Soon. Even I need my beauty sleep.)
Lord, it was beautiful.
Everything, from the dresses and hats (Minus the outfits of those two princesses. What in the world were they thinking?) to the ceremony and the singing to the bride and groom themselves, was absolutely gorgeous.
It was a true fairy tale wedding.
And I think we needed that. These past few months, there has been so much social unrest, so much global turmoil; it’s nice to have a reminder of the good things in life. Of the passion and love we can have for each other.
Incidentally, I’ve decided that everyone who attends my wedding – should I ever have a wedding – will be required to wear a hat. Can you imagine old Indian ladies wearing splendid saris and hats? Oh, yes.
-April 29th
UPDATE: My flight to India was two-fold. One leg, on American Airlines, was to London, while the remainder of the journey was through British Airways. For that first part, from Chicago to London, I sat next to an abnormally large, old British man. He was kind of like a grumpy Santa Claus, actually. Anyway, we quickly fell into an hour-long discussion of how wonderful the wedding was. This grumpy, old man was as over-the-moon as I was about a wedding. Wow.
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