Finally getting hitched doesnt seem so far away!!

Well, its all settled. I am going to get married.

Its going to be in that magical place – Goa. It will be in the most beautiful church there. The name of which, my fiancé knows. (No, I don't know. The wedding isn't until another year and a half anyway! ) It will be an evening wedding, with a party/reception later. Now, that will be on the beach. There will be slow-dancing music, moonlight (I will make sure it's a full moon night), the wind and the waves. I will be barefoot. I love walking barefoot on the sand. Oh, and it will be after my MS and after I ( hopefully) get a job there.

This time's New Year was in the middle of (actually just after) a cousin's wedding. A lot of my cousins were seeing me after a long time. There was the usual pulling of legs and how I am second or third next in line. I always responded with 'I will be eloping and thus, will be ( un/fortunately) unable to invite you'. They always laughed it off or said 'ya right, I am sure you'll get married next!'

Little do they know, I am only half kidding. Just a while back, I got secretly engaged. I didn't mean to keep it a secret. No one knew – I didn't find the right time to tell them.

For a while now, I have been yearning to get married – for no other reason than the unusually strong urge to have a baby. Sigh. I love babies. My fiancé is not that fond of them, but I promised him I wouldn't worry him too much with taking care of ours. I want to do it all by myself, anyway!!

So anyway, my fiancé is a big music person, so he's choosing all the songs for the wedding. He's Goan. So I can and will be wearing a dress! To me that is complete liberation! I know it seems like too early for me to get married, but really my mother was engaged at my age. But I haven't told anyone at home. Didn't feel the need to. I will introduce him to them after all the dust settles. But I will be meeting his parents soon – isn't that exciting?

So who am I getting married to? Well, with the amount of time I spend online, it is only half surprising, that the groom-to-be is someone whom I have never met. With the amount of emotional baggage and insecurities I carry, it is even less surprising that it will be only a facsimile of a marriage! You see, when I visited Goa, I loved the place and decided to work there ( after my MS, of course). So it only seemed sensible to tell the only Goan (half Goan?)I knew, that I wanted to live there, learn the language, delve into the culture, etc.. He said – 'easiest thing in the world' – marry a Goan. 'Marry me!', he said. Unsurprisingly ( for me!) I said yes. It will only be a marriage of convenience, of course. His one condition was that I shouldn't restrict his.. ahem.. comings and goings or people coming going in his house in another city! And also no nagging about his smoking, drinking, smoking up and/or possible shooting up. How could that matter to me? I don't love him, now, do I?!?!? Anyhow.. I retorted that it was a mutual thing.. Once we reached an agreement on that front, all was well.

So you see, we're going to be very happy. Wedding gifts will be welcome as both cash and/or kind. Email me for a pretentiously-worded letter of thanks along with the mailing address. Sorry I can't invite all of you innumerous readers for the wedding itself – its just close friends and family.

Note to Fiancé : Dear A.D's, this post is additional proof of your offer of marriage and the intense effect it has had on me. If you withdraw your offer ever, I am not joking when I say, you will have to pay me a considerable sum as breach-of-promise damages!