"Clink, Clink" her red and golden bangles sounded in the kitchen as she work near the stove. Sweat dripping off, from her forehead to her chin, soaking her pink coloured saree embroidered with blue flowers but they also seemed to be withered in this hot June.
"Oof" she tried to wipe the sweat with the back of her left hand while still kneading the dough with left. Thinking of the comfortable suits she used to wear before marriage, no stressing about pallu, not worrying stumbling while walking or working.
Life was so easy.
" Sigh.... but.... we married girls cannot afford to enjoy the happiness of wearing suits again" she thought.
"Sheela! Sheela!" her mother in-law called for her startling her out of her own thoughts.
"Ji Maji" she politely answered back still kneading dough at the same time checking dal in the cooker.
" Bahu, go and see if there are any clothes for ironing, Ramu will knock the door at any time" she said.
"Ji Maji" she said , quickly turning off the gas, covering the dough and washing my hands. She came out of the kitchen, went towards her room.
She opened her cupboard and started sorting out the clothes for ironing.
In the corner of her cupboard she noticed the old , copper box hidden behind the clothes,
She took out the familiar box which reminds her of her mother, who gave it to her before dying and asked her to always keep it with her.
She hasn't opened it since. But today may be its the frustrating weather or fatigue of managing saree while working got her and she started to crave the warmth of her mother even its from her things.
She curiously opened the box and there laid all her happy memories ,
The old family photo album, her books , stationary and her colourful yet comfortable suits
They laid there in the box neatly folded , blue, purple, yellow, red looking tempting as if asking her to ditch saree and wear them instead.
"Then wear it!" a familiar lady's voice sounded, halting the battle within her.
"W...who is there?" she questioned looking here and there.
"Your biological mother" the voice sounded again.
"My m... mother.. what?" she asked confusingly , looking around the room nervously .
" Why? What happen ,forgot about your Maji after getting Sasu Maji ,Hmm!?" the voice said.
Hearing carefully , the sound was coming from the bag. She nervously peeked inside maintaining a distance.
"Oofh! , quit dilly-dallying , hurry put away these clothes , they will kill me!" the familiar voice sounded again with the hint of annoyance.
Listening to the familiar tone of command her feet moved to its own accord and without a thought she hurriedly put away the clothes and found the photo frame of her mother. She took it out carefully , there she was wearing a blue silk saree with colourful strips , adorned with jewellery and having her signature elegant and polite smile.
"Ah! Finally! I can breathe again!" to her surprise the photo spoke, looking at her.
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My Choice.?
Humor"W...who is there?" she asked looking here and there around the room, frightened by the sudden voice. "Your biological mother!" the old feminine voice sounded again but this time laced with irritation. This both confused and frightened her. Confused...
