I don’t dream of a wedding dress

I don’t dream of a white gown sweeping the floor,

I don’t dream of a deep red saree with golden border,

I don’t dream of the day when a priest would chant some mantras,

When someone else would explain me the marriage vows,

I don’t dream of a room full of people…

Waiting to wish us,

Dancing… Eating… talking…

Trying to click pictures, waiting for their turn in rush!

I don’t dream of loud music

Of performances and of ceremonies.

I don’t dream of fairy lights or an extravagant wedding.

I don’t dream of a knight in shining armor.

I don’t dream of a prince charming on the white horse.

I don’t dream of a frog that’ll turn into a prince by my kiss of love.

I dream of love.

I dream of happiness.

I dream of saying my own vows. The ones that I’ll keep. The ones I’ll keep updating as the time goes.

I dream of love.

I dream of the man I love. The king of my heart who needs no armor, no horse, no magic.

I dream of future.

I dream of smiles we’ll share, of food we’ll eat, of books we’ll talk about, of shows we’ll watch and the places we’ll visit.

I dream of reality.

I dream of the cup of teas we’ll have, of nights we’ll stay up because one of needs that.

I dream of us.

I don’t dream of a wedding dress.