On your wedding day

In the midst of all the flurry
while we prepare your extravagant departure

Defining and abiding by the mores of a typical Indian wedding affair
often a heart of the father weeps,

For not being able to see his little princess who walked around the home

In her pink frock with panache and pride carrying in her toy basket, now everyday of the week
watching her grow tall n pretty for a stranger to come by and take her away through ceremonies all glitzy

It often makes him sigh under his breath as he muses over the past

Every time she hopped in his arms.

A mother who watched you laugh

Who watched you cry

Who became the secret-miss-know-it-all of your life

Who knew your secrets no matter how hard you tried to conceal

She still vows to never reveal and love you despite your mischief.

Her heart often gasps for a breath that would envelope

all that she had of you and your memories

the smile, the tears, the excitement and your fears.

She wishes to store it all in her cradle of your memories.

Often the heart of your younger brother speaks of exhilaration on the prospect of your wedding ceremony

Oblivious to the fact that he would have to give away his secret fairy

Who granted all his wishes without making any demands.

A heart of a younger sister seeks for a friend throughout the winter

To cover her with warmth when the sun goes down

and loneliness descends all around,

You did it all these years

Rendering her a pillow made of hopes of a new dawn.

But now her heart often swells up with emotions

The thoughts of letting you go

Only to walk up in an empty bedroom

To sleep alone in the dark

Without having you around to have the last chat before the dawn.

Now you would build up a new home,

A home that will be your new family and more

But we wish for you all the love in the world

For you would always be your father’s little princess,

Your mother’s pretty girl, your brother’s secret fairy

And your sister’s star in the entire galaxy.