6 weeks to complete a quarter century of living.
6 weeks before I meet for the second time the person I’m going to marry.
6 weeks to plan and look the most beautiful I ever have.
6 weeks to figure out what it means to be single.
6 weeks to be daddy’s little girl.
6 weeks to having mommy pamper me with threats and a lunch box.
6 weeks of thinking of me and me alone.
6 weeks before I’m a daughter-in-law.
6 weeks before “home” means something different.
6 weeks to enjoy living in Hyderabad.
6 weeks before I have to worry about mundane things like groceries. (well maybe 10 weeks for that).
6 weeks before I pack up everything in this room and leave.
6 weeks of work before I quit (well, actually, thats only 5 weeks of work).
6 weeks of watching soaps on Sahara One.
6 weeks of shouting at my parents to let them know how much I need them to take care of themselves.
6 weeks of keeping the name I was born with…
6 weeks of madness…
6 weeks of uncertaininty
6 weeks of solitude
6 weeks of nervousness
6 weeks of dreams
6 weeks of anticipation
6 weeks of wondering
6 weeks to grow up.
6 weeks before my life changes forever…