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“You are looking beautiful in this saree, wifey.”
“What is my gift this anniversary?”
Light turned off the man’s face.
He came up silently behind his wife, standing in front of a makeshift mirror.
In the shimmering silver of a full moon through their cracked ceiling, he pinned a gajra carefully on her lengthy braid.
“Dad, how do I look in these braids?”
“Where did you..How on earth did you get hold of..?”
“But..she’s gone for years.”
“She left this as a parting gift because I loved it.”
“You look exactly like her when she was sixteen.”
Mom looked at them smiling from a framed photograph.
“Bye, Grandpa. I’m getting late for college.”
“Why are you in such fancy dress today?”
“Today is our ethnic day. Not only that, its a pre-independence theme.”
Now grandpa takes a closer look and is mesmerized.
“I see you have braided your beautiful hair, for a change!”
“And I’m also wearing grandma’s silk.”