Dream Wedding

Every since I was young, I remember plotting the scene for an ideal wedding. This was a plot that would keep improvising every few days, the ideas effervescent and minute details would be prominent game changers in the theme. The girls would  gather around the dressing table and we would try new hairstyles, and drape a secretly acquired white wedding veil. We would actually be so happy to pretend to be brides. 

As the days went by, we eventually saw destination weddings  through several media networks. We would all sit around and discuss our own version of the imaginary wedding in our minds. 

From the fairy tales to weddings in the family, it was always a dreamy affair. This was a topic that was always a matter of constant R&D. 

When I saw for real, what a beach wedding looked like, the documentaries aired on the telly suddenly transformed into a live play. A bride radiant on her wedding day, the glow on her face could not be emulated by any make up artist, the immaculate wedding gown draped around her chiseled body, the groom setting up the tripod to capture a private moment – all of it was a total bliss to anyone looking at them. 

A alter on the beach, awaiting the arrival of the Bride & Groom.

It was scenic, elegant, simple, the couple laying on the beach posing for the camera in complete bliss, provoked every passerby to smile, every person walking on the sugar sands would only wish the best for the couple on a day they would cherish forever. 


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Traveler | Seeker | Enthusiast | Artist | Painter | Singer | Guitarist | Lover of Nature | Lover of Love | Love to be around awesome people | One with a insatiable wanderlust |

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