The RED Saree #writetribeproblogger

I was wearing the RED , but blushing red SHE  was.

I was wondering at  the beauty of the RED saree , but feeling proud SHE was.

Actually it was Karvachauth festival and I had worn my Mom’s  RED saree.  It was not an ordinary saree but my Mom’s RED Wedding Saree, the one  she had worn on her Big day more than four decades ago.

Watching me wearing her outfit , she was feeling very happy. I could see the extraordinary smile on her face and the radiance in her eyes.  That day, that RED saree unfurled many memories before her eyes.

My Mom hinted  Dad ” Did you see what our daughter is wearing today ?” Mom was doubtful if  Dad’s mind would be able to race back in time .  But Dad quickly gestured YES to the memories.  I think they shared many memories of their wedding even in that quick glance at each other, may be some of their honeymoon too which ofcourse they didn’t  want to share with me . Here  I write about their feelings & memories which were  shared in public :

Seeing me dressed in her RED saree, Mom’s mind transported to the time when she was dressed up as a bride and her friends were teasing her as the Baraat was approaching their home.   When it was time for Jaimala( exchanging garlands ) Dad , in a romantic mood , had bowed his head a little to see his sweetheart beauty through the tiny veil of that RED saree. Mom had  also blushingly burst out laughing .

 

Seeing me dressed in her RED saree, Mom was feeling proud too as she had herself done  all the gottawork on her RED saree . The light  reflected from the golden gotta and sitara of saree was lightning Mom’s face too. Awwwwwww, she was really feeling happy from deep within.

Now came  Dad’s turn  and he   shared the memory  when he sang a song for Mom on their first date after marriage. The song ” Aa Neel Gagan Tale Pyar Hum Karen …..” must have acted has a catalyst in their chemistry . How romantic !  I wish my husband  knew even  a bit of  such catalytic  romance !!

The RED saree came flooded  with many more memories when they took out an album from the almirah. Mom and Dad were trying to re-live the precious colors of life  even out of those ragged black n white photographs.

I am taking part in WriteTribe #Writetribeproblogger challenge October 2017writetribeproblogger

Monika

Hi, I am Monika, an educationist for the last 17 years and a mom to a daughter for the last 11 years . Give me a hot cup of masala tea with some snacks plus a laptop and I am happy ! My Blog is a mixed bag of my observations ,learnings and experiences . To me , life is love, life is helping & learning from each other. Life is not that complex -We just have to stop overthinking .

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10 Responses

  1. Obsessivemom says:

    That’s really cute. I loved the idea of a ‘date after marriage’. Sounds quaint.

  2. Nupur says:

    Such a sweet post! Yes those were the times of sweet romance, in our world it is so different.

  3. Amazing how little things can set off a flood of memories!

  4. That’s really sweet! Sometimes one little thing can bring along so many memories!

  5. Shilpa Gupte says:

    That was such a cute post, Monika! Loved it! 🙂

  6. Vinitha says:

    How wonderful! The beautiful memories that rush in is amazing. This was a cute post, Monika.

  7. Nidhi GS says:

    lovely dear…. It reminds me of my mom’s red wedding saree which is hand embroidered by my Nani…. she still wears it on every Karwachauth

  8. Alice Gerard says:

    A date after marriage. So romantic!

  9. Nupur says:

    Clothes have such memories. Everytime Facebok shows me an old photo, I think of the other memories associated with that outfit.

  10. Rashmi says:

    Brilliant post. It so happens with many things isn’t it? An old flower kept in the pages of a book, an old black and white photograph, an old letter….things carry with them memories, and that is what makes them special.

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