Wedding Memories

Excerpt: Me, the brainy North Indian as Sally called me, and she, the American beauty with brains, had met in a library in California.The initial spark of love.. (Reads: 1,517)

 

Creative Writing Competition 2012 India
CODE 531
SETTING Forest
OBJECT Typewriter
THEME Big Fat Indian Wedding

Editor’s ChoiceShort Story Love – Wedding Memories

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Wedding Memories – Short Story Love

As I pace the rustic paths of this small Californian forest, sweet memories gush into my head and heart.

Trees –redwood, tan oak, madrone and chaparral- spread an organic blanket above and it feels so cool under.

My back pack has one of the most precious things of my life. Carrying it I proceed to the largest oak tree.

I am alone, surrounded by the nature. The chirping of birds, the earthy smell of beginnings and endings!

The unspoiled beauty of the picturesque place drugs me.

I stand here motionless, eyeing everything. Nothing has changed over the years.

Reaching the largest oak tree, I drop my back pack.

I hug the tree. Tears well up in my eyes.

 

I had stood in that same place twenty-five years ago for my wedding with my beloved Sally.

 

Me, the brainy North Indian as Sally used to call me, and she, the American beauty with brains, had met in a library in California. The initial spark of love had soon mellowed into a meaningful relationship as we tied the knot in that wonderful forest. (I am a Hindu and she was a Christian, and love knows no religion, culture and boundaries!)

She was a dreamer, a visionary, that’s why she had selected such a mystical place for our special day. Both of us had the opinion that big weddings, which usually turn out to be competitions, were wasteful. So we had an intimate wedding, with a small gathering of our friends in that lovely forest.

That awesome day had left us a lot of memories to cherish as long as we lived. Sally and I had hugged that biggest oak tree on that day like children.

Another fabulous idea Sally had got was a wedding typewriter. Everyone who had attended our wedding left a note for us which Sally later made into a picture book with their snap shots. I realise there is something so magical and charming about a typewriter that no modern IT expert can recreate with the fanciest of computers. Though a bit noisy, it had added to the vintage ambience of our festive affair. Our guests had painted beautiful pictures with their words, which time can’t fade. They remain evergreen like the love Sally and I had shared.

Life was great until Sally had left to heaven seven years ago.  Then our only daughter was just sixteen. It was not easy bringing up a teenager without her mother. I missed my Sally always. I still miss her and will always miss her till my last breath.

 

I open my back pack and take out the precious typewriter which we had always maintained with much care. We both loved it. It was my Sally’s; that makes it so special and prized to me.

I pass my fingers tenderly over it. I want to type a note to my Sally sitting in the same place where we had uttered “I DO!”, about our beloved daughter’s wedding. (Unexpectedly our daughter has found a Hindu guy from North India to spend the rest of her life’s innings with.)

I would be soon off to my country for the big day of my daughter. But before that I want Sally to know about the big fat Indian wedding that they have planned contrary to our simple wedding. I knew that Sally had no idea how a North Indian Hindu wedding would be like. I never had explained her that too. I have believed that if I type in our typewriter sitting there, Sally would read it from heaven.

I try to type, but I realise my fingers are numbed.

I memorise the plans disclosed by our daughter and her fiancée. I visualise everything.

The venue would be a big temple and the adjoining huge hall. In the temple the marriage ceremony would take place with all the traditional customs and rituals!

Flowers of different colours would decorate the place. Beautifully dressed young girls would accompany the bride. The relatives would receive the groom (He would come on a horse!). They said they would gift wedding dresses to all relatives.

Our daughter would look majestic, clad in a bright silk saree. Shining pieces of jewels would adorn her whole body.  The couple would take wedding vows. As the priests recite mantras and make offerings into the sacrificial fire, they would tie nuptial knot; mangal sutra around her neck and vermillion on her forehead would mark her as a married Hindu woman. Everyone would bless them and feed them sweets.

There would be a great and delicious feast followed by cultural programmes, by the professionals as well as the near and dear.

I want to type everything to Sally but I can’t even press those keys.

Memories suffocate me, leave me teary-eyed.

I close my eyes.

I see Sally standing before me in her wedding gown, as she had stood in the same cozy ambience years before. She looks gorgeous.

I feel her near me, hugging and kissing me, invisibly.

Suddenly I press the keys of the typewriter.

My words get inked.

“If I had ever known love it was through you, my Sally!” 

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Creative Writing Competition 2012 India
Wedding Memories
CRITERION MAX SCORE
Relevancy of chosen setting 20 18
Relevancy of chosen object 20 16
Significance of chosen theme 20 16
Selection and development of characters 10 9
Selection of time frame, description of place and environment 10 8
Plot of short story 10 8
Conflicts in short story 10 7
Total 100 82

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Mridula

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  1. Creative Writer says

    More than a story, it looks a piece of heart. Now, how are we to comment on those? Still I will say “Excellent piece of writing dear”

  2. savy says

    Nostalgic love story…
    i loved the idea of a wedding typewriter.
    Beginning of the story shows a fantastic scenery.

  3. Swapna Anu Joseph says

    Dear Mridhu…..

    I like this story very much..Good subject. Character, situation selection are also interesting …Well keep it up dear…

  4. Dan Mickle says

    The idea behind the story is a fine one. I only had a few problems with some of the wording. At the beginning the sentences seem disconnected.
    These are simply suggestions of how I might handle this, but you are welcome to use them if they feel right for your story.
    You speak of sweet memories gushing into head and heart, but you do not say at this place what they are. Instead you begin speaking of the trees. In the third sentence, you are no longer speaking of the trees, but speak of your backpack holding your most prized possession. After reading further down, I understood, but you may want to adjust the wording in those first few sentences.
    You might speak of the forest around you bringing back the memories. (I do not like the word “gush” here, but it is your choice) This alteration would tie the first sentence to the second so you can continue about the trees.
    I would not end the sentence about the trees with “under”. One alternative would be to use “underneath”, or say “under them”. I personally would tie this to the next sentence about the backpack.
    Example: “The tranquility descending on me from the towering umbrella of leaves above, tries to make me forget why I am here, but my thoughts return to the weight on my back.”
    As to the backpack, instead of saying it “has”, I would say it “holds” (My back pack holds one of the most precious possessions of my life.)

    Further down, one phrase caught my eye; when you spoke of the “big fat Indian wedding”. I would be prone to use a word like “lavish” when speaking of an Indian wedding. I know they can last several days, so you might even use a word like “extensive” or something similar.

    I hope my suggestions help give you good ideas for any changes you might wish to make.

    Good luck with this and future writings,
    Dan Mickle

  5. says

    A very touching story. You have written it beautifully. Love is above castes,religion and even death. Loved these lines…. ‘If I had ever known love it was through you, my Sally!’

  6. Nafees says

    I feel her near me, hugging and kissing me, invisibly. Suddenly I press the keys of the typewriter.My words get inked. Thats quality of a writer, a great imagination power 🙂

  7. D. Samuelson says

    I enjoyed the concept a lot but I think the execution could use some work.

    My first suggestion, and it’s the only one I’m going to give right now, is try expanding this beyond the 500+ word flash fiction realm and toward a longer piece by describing the weddings in contrast. Make it less a description of reflection and how someone would actually reflect on things. Including recalling memories, explaining things to one’s self, and comparing things.

  8. S Harshan says

    Mridula,this is a monogamous couple’s love story from California, is it not? Emotional one! The man going to the forest where he got married carrying the wedding typewriter to tell his wife about their daughter’s wedding, was a bit unrealistic for me in the beginning, but then I understand, when we lose true relations, we will do anything…ANYTHING… to relive them! This man also did the same.
    I never knew you were a good writer! All the best, keep writing!

  9. Chinnu says

    A husband who really loves his wife become a widower he will become more or less like the one in this story, thouching one! Keep writing

  10. Dhanya MS says

    Carried away by the pure love of these couple, and ofcourse the idea of typewriter 4 wedding!! Would think about that for my wedding 😀

  11. Dhanya MS says

    There r many women still in our society who r neglected in their own family, they r still in their slumber and accept a life without self esteem like the one in this story, actually, I didn’t feel this is a story, this is some one’s life!

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