That beautiful Kattha saree kept inside the cupboard is the most unique among all my sarees and looks like a precious gift.
That mother’s brown saree adorned with the golden colors of ‘silky memories and velvety feelings’ still remains very close to my heart.
Wearing which I always feel as if I am the queen of a sultanate.
Even today, that afternoon time, which has passed who knows how many years ago, seems no less than a beautiful dream in my eyes, when mother took me with her to buy the saree.
Like every woman on Teej, she also used to dress up and see herself in saree again and again. By filling her maangs with red vermillion and wearing a big bindi on her forehead, mother looked like a queen.
She was the fairy mother of my childhood stories.
Mother liked that saree among many sarees. It had a brown border and a light cream color border. Know why I told my mother, “Mummy, one day I also want to wear this saree.”
Mother laughingly said, “Of course, my lovely daughter like Gudiya will also wear this saree.
Before going on her last farewell, mother gave me that saree with her trembling hands and even today when I wear that saree and look at myself in the mirror, I feel that mother has made me the queen of a big kingdom. And whoever sees me in a saree definitely says, ‘Where did you get such a beautiful saree from?’ At that time, my heartbeats said that I have brought this saree from the treasure of mother’s memories.