Red Saree

By Aarthika Murugan

Red is the colour of devil

Red radiated hatred

It's the facial colour of furious people

This was what I believed

Until..

Until I met Mumma's red saree

The nine year old me was never fond of red

But this red saree had a whole different effect on me

Mumma resembled as that of a goddess in this red saree

It fascinated me

And unknowingly..I was drawn to it

Everyday I'd open the almirah and stand still admiring the patterns in it

There was a glint in my eyes

I've always wished to have it..

Touch it..

Feel it..

And maybe wear it too..

But never did I get a chance

Years later, at 35, I own it

I inherited this along with so many other sarees of Mumma

The memories flood back

But there's neither the spark within me nor my goddess

All I'm left is..with the same old red saree..

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This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'Indianness'

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