i got no time to cry
we just finished the last ceremony of the day.. everyoen gathered around.. since i was looking down i didnt knwo what was going on… then suddenly everyone stands up.. i do too.. and before u know it.. my brother is holding onto my hand.. and pretty much racing me out of the hall.. my dear husband was trying to keep up.. as were the photographers.. i dont think we stopped until we were standing next to the car… just when i thought i would hug my mom.. **a couple of hijray came and startefd to dance and harass us for money.. so my bro shoves me in teh car.. my husband following me.. and tells the driver to go park a bit away from teh hall.. so we wait for 5 mins in the car.. my fil joins us and off we go… **
it honestly did not hit me that i was ruksatified until we were wlel on our way to the hotel :o
later on we were discussing how no one cried on my ruskati and my bro goes duh.. thats what i was aiming for.. i was NEARLY successful…
truns out, once the baratis were back in the hall to clear up final things and pieces after the ruksati… dad did shed tears as well as my mom and mamus… 
