She Stood In Front Of Her Wardrobe... ( Story 2: THE LEGACY)

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 She stood in front of her wardrobe. This wardrobe has been with her since the day she had entered the household as an young bride. Since all these years, it has been a silent witness to the moments of her joys....and pains. Her tears, her little smiles.....each and every bit of her emotions had been carefully wrapped and hidden within those wooden shelves.


Now, that age had taken its toll on them both, she knew that neither of them had much time at hand. Those wrinkles and grey hairs never bothered her…but the failing body would often give in. She sighed, as she moved her frail fingers over the wooden door of the wardrobe. It had lost its colour. It had lost its shine. Perhaps, it would no longer find a place in this household. She had heard them making plans for getting a new one.....some interno...or interio.....or something.......

Nobody had asked her, and she knew it was better to keep quiet. After all, her children had grown up. They were smart, modern and educated, unlike her. Why would they even want something so old fashioned??? So what, if it reeked of their childhood memories, or those of their deceased father?? 

And like always, nobody was bothered to read her silence....

Yet, the wardrobe has been doing its job of carefully holding together those little bits of whatever left, just like her, even though nobody noticed.


Her fingers trembled, as she took out her red wedding saree, smiling to herself, as she tenderly caressed it. 

A hint of pink blush lit up her pale wrinkled cheeks, as she lovingly cherished the memory of the day she had first dressed up as his bride, on their wedding day. It seemed just like yesterday when he used to lovingly look at her when she would dress up. He never spoke much, but his eyes said it all. Numerous memories flashed in front of her eye…memories of her younger days…of the days spent in love and utter bliss...

Draping the saree around her thin shoulders for the last time, she looked up at the mirror, her timid, shy eyes glowing up like a teenager. 

She smiled, shaking off those fond memories, and took off the saree.

In a weak voice, she called for her grand daughter. Her little princess had been always very close to her since when she was a kid. She used to love playing with her sarees, dressing up as a bride. 

She knew it was time to pass on her legacy…

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