A day at the church

I went to a church today (my first visit to a church ) to attend marriage of a friend ...MS. last week when she called up to invite. . i could feel the happiness in her voice. i always treated her as a kid, scolded her whenever she behaved naughty..used to ask her to grow up. later on i realised she is much more mature than i am. listening to her is always a pleasure. now i know i wont be able to speak to her often

she is a cute lil girl... talkative, naughty and full of energy. i saw her in the church today , in her wedding dress she was looking very nice. When she walked with the groom towards the stage (it is not called stage in the church i guess.. i dont know the right word for it ) she was looking like an angel..smiling with sparkle in her eyes. Apparently she is crossing a big milestone in life, full of hopes..dreams for a better future. God bless her and her hubby with all the happiness and love in the world.
All the time the cleric was praying and giving speech i was thinking about her and the emotions girls go through when they cross this big milestone in life. half of their life they stay with parents, doing what they like. one day they are expected to change and start living in a new household , with a new person. The stress they go through in the new place....every move of theirs is watched carefully and they are expected to behave in the best possible manner and satisfy all the in laws. dont know how girls manage all this .. may be they are built for this.

Women are a blessing in this world. Here is a poem by Octavio Paz for them.

No More Clichés

Beautiful face
That like a daisy opens its petals to the sun
So do you
Open your face to me as I turn the page.

Enchanting smile

Any man would be under your spell,

Oh, beauty of a magazine.
How many poems have been written to you?

How many Dantes have written to you, Beatrice?

To your obsessive illusion

To your manufactured fantasy.

But today I won't make one more Cliché

And write this poem to you.

No, no more clichés.

This poem is dedicated to those women

Whose beauty is in their charm,

In their intelligence,

In their character,

Not on their fabricated looks.
This poem is to you women,

That like a Shahrazade wake up

Everyday with a new story to tell,

A story that sings for change

That hopes for battles:

Battles for the love of the united flesh

Battles for passions aroused by a new day

Battles for the neglected rights

Or just battles to survive one more night.
Yes, to you women in a world of pain

To you, bright star in this ever-spending universe

To you, fighter of a thousand-and-one fights

To you, friend of my heart.
From now on, my head won't look down to a magazine

Rather, it will contemplate the night

And its bright stars,

And so, no more clichés.

~ Octavio Paz ~