I opened my closet today–the one where I keep my saris–and could not stop crying. I think it must have been the nostalgia of hours of talking with my friend when I visited her in New Jersey a few weeks back. We were lost in conversations about “those” days. We first…
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Echoes of Love – a poem Neatly folded clothes waiting to be put away in a closet filled with nostalgia Memories unfold as I unravel my mother’s saree that still seems to hold her fragrance Mixed with Champa* flowers that she loved to tuck under her pillow within pages of her…
I desperately rummaged through my tote bag. The shopkeeper impatiently glared at me as if to say others are waiting, so could you please hurry up and finish your purchase? My eyes filled with tears when I realized that I would fall short by a few rupees to buy that beautiful multicolored saree. Mom…