She remembered a similar morning a long time ago. Or had it really been just a few years ago when she had stood at the exact same venue?
Everything seemed to be the same today too. A morning filled with hope, cheer, excitement – moisture laden clouds dotting the sky, a cool breeze spreading a paradise-like vibe – it was all the same. Yet something was different. Or was it just her who felt so.
But then, he had said yes, hadn’t he? Yes – the key to a thousand questions, a million dreams, and the promise of a lifetime of togetherness.
A sharp clearing of someone’s throat brought her back to the present.
‘I’m sorry?’ Aruna looked up, her eyes betraying no emotion.
‘Do you agree that you both –‘ The pastor began to repeat his question.
The pastor smiled. ‘Alright, then. I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.’
A relieved Aruna stepped out of the church into torrential rain – an exact replay of events and emotions from a few years ago. Only now, she had chosen to say yes and become someone’s wife instead.