Sarees and Secrets

On lazy Saturday afternoons, we all would gather in the cozy corner- the master bedroom! Appa would recline on the bed, the ceiling fan whirling gently above, while Amma begin on her customary ritual of exploring the wardrobe's treasures. Each item she unearthed - from vibrant sarees to old, knitted sweaters and half-finished socks - held a story waiting to be told. Among the clutter, we discovered gifts of brass and random jewels, imported soaps (May be expired! 😁) each with its own tale to tell.

As we delved into the memories, teasing exchanges with Appa and Amma luring them to share their love story once more. Our fingers would trace the pages of old photo albums, while Amma carefully unfolded her cherished wedding sarees from a well-worn suitcase. Lost in admiration for the vintage designs and faded colors, we lost ourselves in tales of their beautiful yesteryears😍

Then, there it lay - the saree that held a special place in our hearts. The very same saree Appa had lovingly gifted her thirty-five years ago, to adorn on their wedding day. I had always kept a secret desire to drape it myself someday.

Finally!!!!

As I draped myself in the Saree, a surge of happiness washed over me. I could almost feel her excitement, smell the fragrance of the flowers from that long-ago day, and see the smiles they exchanged from that distant big day💕