Perhaps the mixture of feelings and emotions.. anticipations and responsibilities.
In my usual self, where helping my dad was the prime during the marriage, I hardly felt it.
The strain occurred when I looked through the lens, watching the groom fill the parting of my sisters’ hair with vermilion. The glance stolen after that was the time when I literally froze. It took me moments to recover and to snap more pictures!
Coming to the wedding. Its unique, its something that all brothers should experience. I am not at all going to the emotional side of it.. but it feels responsible, it feels weirdly beautiful and happy from the inside. Its a kind of pleasurable pain to see my didi cry at the time of vidaai.