Day one of June

wedding-core diaries: vadas, vibes & vintage feels 🧿✨

So boom—finally, it’s her wedding day. Again, we’re all decked up like it's Day 123 of Fashion Week. No cap, I hadn't slept properly in days. Same for my parents—we were all running on vibes and caffeine.

We had our breakfast, did the usual waiting game for the wedding to start. Me, mom, and a few fam friends were just chilling, gossiping, catching up on random tea. You know how desi weddings go—fun, but someone’s always stressed. And for me? It was the jewelry anxiety. 💀 I was literally on high alert 24/7 like, "Did I just get robbed? Oh no, it’s still there. Breathe."

Wedding happened, couple got hitched, we threw confetti (mentally), and while waiting for the group photo with dad’s squad, we had a solid laugh sesh. Took cute pics, served face, clicked that classic “uncle-smile” photo and dipped.

Lunch? A banger. Then we went home, crashed like phones on 1% battery.

Evening hits and the snack craving kicked in hard. Me, dad, and sis jumped in the car and hit this tiny local shop—and lemme tell you—CRAZY. They served 10 crispy, golden vadas for just ₹50?? Like, what economy are they living in?! We were shook. Got hot filter coffee for mom and paati too (iconic daughter behavior).

And of course, outfit change #53 happened because at this point, weddings are just an excuse to slay fits for every meal. We dressed up again, rolled into the groom's mandapam, saw the couple, chilled for a bit, and bounced.

Before all that, we had a mini temple run. Literally. Sis and I were full-on running around like little kids, ringing bells and just acting unserious. The temple vibes were chef’s kiss. Pure peace. And i drived scooty that doubles after ages alone

Next day hit different. Usually, when I'm in my hometown, there’s always this lowkey sadness like, “Ugh gotta go back to Chennai soon.” But this time? Nah. I didn’t wanna leave. The breeze, the peacock sounds, the calm... everything felt ✨aesthetic✨ and oddly healing.

Later, I went up to our terrace. There’s this little old room we keep for god photos and our ancestors' portraits. Door’s ancient—like straight-up vintage heritage energy. I touched it and swear it felt like the ancestors were out here going, “We got you, kid.” I sprayed some rose water, said a little prayer, had a soft convo with the fam up there in spirit, and locked it up (well...kinda. Took me 10 tries but I did it 😅).

Me and sis went out for one last stroll, waved at some random aunty in the street who gave major friendly NPC energy, and came back to finish packing. Oh—and the dog? There’s this dog in our street that acts scared of everyone but somehow always shows up when we visit. We gave it biscuits, as we should. Even at the temple, another dog came by. Kinda felt like the universe was sending lil fur angels to vibe-check us.

The trip ended at the railway station. All of dad’s friends were heading back to Chennai too, having their own little reunion circle. I was just there, stomach doing backflips from all the snack chaos (pls water, be normal). We caught our train and got home.

The next two days were just... deep rest era. And now here I am, back to blogging, dumping memories like it’s my Notes app.