Crest n trough

The pace indicated in the prev blog quickened as D-Day - 14 Feb - drew closer.
The week preceding it was MAD!.....frenetic shopping, cross-city drives for personal invites, intense discussions on the action plan for events, last minute reminders n checks with vendors...coupled with Anjan's exhaustion n depression; Dolly' anger and Mummy's tension. Just in case the point wasnt clear - I went MAD!

Of course, the wedding took the cake. The mandap etc was supposed to be ready by 12:30 pm, and Anjan's family were to arrive at 3 pm. I reached venue at 11:15 to check on progress - there was nothing to check. Unshaven, hair oiled, the next 1 and a half hrs were spent screaming on the phone and getting hyper. Finally, Anjan's friend arrived who took over and I managed to go home to bathe and change.
Back at 2:15 pm, things still being set up. To give me company, dearest Bua arrived right on time at 2pm, sneer in full display, disparaging comments flowing like water. Hysteria intensified as the priest kept getting delayed, and the bride herself was far from ready. The main relatives stuck in a traffic jam, as Anjan kept calling me to check when his family could leave and come to the venue (matter of minutes for them, it was so close).

To cut a long story short (yes, it IS short - the tension I was feeling and thoughts flowing through my head could fill a hundred lines) Anjan finally arrived at 4 pm, and from then on, things went off well.
Next day's party was also great.
(More details on both the events hopefully in the next few blogs)

And then the next week arrived. The pace suddenly slowed, and one faced the prospect of getting back to a life that was as startlingly different from this heady, positive time as possible.

And now, am back here. Even more exhausted than I was when I left. Nothing to really look forward to unlike the previous few weeks. Thinking of Mummy who is alone for the next few days. Thinking of Nanima who is unwell and depressed herself. Getting back to a grind that offers "great exposure, great brand name" with a miserable day to day existence. Going back to a home which doesn't feel like one.

Solid, serious depression. And the thought that this was more or less expected does nothing to dilute it.