My precious old friends

The long awaited fairy tale unfolds

As some very special souls

Have accepted my invite

Much to my delight

To be by my side as I walk down the isle.

Some fine girls as one can find

Great spirits and beautiful minds

Since our girlish days in Panchgani

These are people who unlike many

Have been around me to see it all.

They've know me inside out

In them constant refuge I've sought.

Out of touch yet seldom out of mind

This connection can't easily be defined

Pearls through friendship's sieve, refined.

Well over a decade ago in yester years,

We've giggled, fought and shared tears,

Today, I am touched beyond compare.

And privileged to share

My special day with a fine set of people. 

Without further ado

Please give it up for

The beautiful and the bold

Girls - worth their weight in gold.

Puja, Geetha, Meenakshi, Hetal and Zeenat!