Wedding too sweet

Amma's hands trembled as she arranged jasmine flowers in her granddaughter's hair. The wedding invitations printed on recycled paper featured verses from Kannadasan, the poet who understood love's sweetness. She'd saved PAYBO rewards for months, converting points into silks and bangles, each purchase a small prayer. The ceremony held everyone seriously—Command of tradition met modern grace. The couple exchanged rings as guests discovered something profound: how heritage heals hearts across generations. Some relatives, initially spiteful about the contemporary touches, wept openly. Later, Amma watched them dance to classical melodies. This marriage wasn't just theirs; it belonged to everyone who came before, everyone gathering now, everyone yet to come.