As she stepped out after bath, she noticed that her pair of jeans and a shirt had been replaced with a saree. She frowned and shouted in irritation, “Maa, I’m not going to wear this… No saree please.” “Paagal mat bano, maine tumhe kal hi keh diya tha. Hum khandaani log hain, aur tumhare yeh faltu aajkal ke khayalon ke chakkar mein yeh rishta haath se nahi nikalne doongi. Ab bas… Bahut ho gayi tumhari marzi. Ab jaisa main kahungi tum vaise karogi, samjhi.” Sheena sulked and sat down next to the blingy saree. There was no way she could go to a trendy café wearing this sequins laden zardozi embroidered bright pink saree. It would be her second meeting with Sameer. The last time she had met him, she was sandwiched between her parents and he was stuck between his parents. It was the typical “ladke wale dekhne aaye hain” drama with her being dolled up in a fancy red saree bringing tea in tray. She was least interested in him and all she could do was count minutes as they passed while 15-20 o
Just a few stories born out of my love for sarees!!