The Saree
“Mom, why are you doing this to me?” Nikitha exclaimed. Her mother was busy wrapping her daughter in the most beautiful Zardosi Saree, one she had treasured for over 3 decades. “This is my mother’s favourite saree, you are lucky to wear it today”, her mother replied. “But, Mom it’s too heavy and I am not sure I will be able to carry myself in it all day” Nikitha said. “Your Grandma was very beautiful and prettiest in this saree, today my Nikki will be the cynosure of all eyes” said her mother as she finished putting the saree pin to the blouse on her shoulder. “Wow, that’s it. Have fun and be a good girl” her mother exclaimed, as Nikitha adored herself in the mirror. Nikitha got into her car, the blazing red Polo, waved to her mother and drove to college. She was in her final year, and it was Ethnic day that day. It was the first time she was wearing a saree in her life. The earlier ethnic days were more of the North Indian ghagra choli kind of attires. Nikitha was quite an extrovert a...