My Amma's saree

                  My mother was a warrior, a fighter, a go-getter, a superhero yet so compassionate and so full of love who could do it all and do it right.  Growing up in a household, daughter of a High School Principal, takes me back to the days when I used to watch my mom in awe, clad in a pure cotton saree beautifully pleated and draped to perfection. 

                 A mother is always her daughter's first inspiration and my mom was a true exemplification of it, an ideal image of a self-assured and a confident woman, looking absolutely dignified, always impeccably dressed in the finest sarees and her hair tied into a sleek bun.

                 I remember playing dress-up with my amma's sarees, twirling delightedly to some hapless tune, pretending to be the sophisticated woman that she was, just waiting eagerly to actually wear one of them when I grow up and desperately hoping that I could pull it off, which she does so just effortlessly. I remember playing peek-a-boo with  my amma's saree when it is hung in my backyard after wash, or hiding my face in her pallu whenever a new guest was in the house. or wiping my fingers in her saree after eating a salty chip for which I was glared at. Oh!!!! The memories are endless!!!

                 Now, looking back at the nostalgic memories, with all of my amma's sarees that has been passed on to me, I know I'll be carrying a piece of her love and warmth with me, every time I wear one of her most elegant collection of sarees and I'll treasure them for years to come.