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Today, the 4th of August, 2020 is exactly a year, 8 months and 5 days since I've been engaged and would potentially be the biggest day of my life if Mr. Corona thats been roaming around with a name of Covid-19 hadn't come into our lives.
In my culturez apart from the engagement day (which is also sort of celebrated) we have atleast 4 days event. I would go into the details of it but it will divert the main topic that I am trying to mention in here (do let me know if you would like me to write about it as well).
So basically me and my mrs had been planning to have a perfect fairytale type of wedding, from planning and designing invitations cards to the type of food we will serve for each and every guest. We live far from each other so, everything we had been doing was online. We had almost everything planned for our big day by the end of 2019 so that we won't go into the panic phase when the time comes.
The moment when everything seemed too good to be true, the harsh reality hits the world and the news of spread of covid19 all over the world took over everything. The news of this virus scared everyone, yet we were still optimistic and hoped it would end way before our wedding day. Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks which turned into months and there were no good news but our willingness to have our big day kept us determined. Our plan changed, venue changed minimized our 4 days event to a singular day, skimmed it down so much that it couldn't go any more and kept our eyes on the news waiting for a calm in the world.
Even last month, when nothing seemed to be happening, I had a very intense conversation with my betterhalf in which we decided to postpone it till only God knows when. I was heartbroken and sad and couldn't think straight, it was so much that I went into depression.
Fast forward to a week ago, I felt some uneasiness in my stomach so went to ER to get it checked, it turned out I had Appendicitis. I underwent surgery and now recovering while laying on bed and heavy on medications.
Now I realised, there are plans which us humans make, if that were to follow, in this condition how would I have been able to attend my own wedding. And then there are plans made by the best of all planners, due to which all of my sufferings are gone and have given rise to the hope that everything that happens in life, happens for a reason. The Almighty definitely have a great plan for me which I'm not aware of atm