She draped a sari of red silk and gold
Donned a buff-sleeved blouse of old
Fixed a pearl brooch on her shoulder
A golden waistband, a silver keychain;
She piled her hair into a graceful top-knot
And pinned on a jewel of garnet and gold
Swirled some strings of jasmine around it
And stuck a blood red rose on the crest.
She took out the old family diamonds
A pair for her ears and a pair for her nose;
Put on her old necklace of gold
Slipped on jingling gold bangles
And topped them with finger rings – coral and gold
She dabbed on powder to brighten her moon face
Then dotted her forehead with a bright red bindi
Lined her eyes with a lash of kohl black
And chewed on a betel leaf to red-stain her lips
She picked up her shiny old purse of yore
Looked at herself in the mirror just twice
Then turned to the door, a smile on her face
Then put on her slippers, shiny new
Now she was ready to bless the couple.
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I read ur profile and blog.I like the concept of rewriting stories;I used it while telling panch-tantra stories wih my comments to my little friends e.g. in the story of the monkey and crocodile,the crocoile could not disagree with its spouse and had to concur her wish for his friend's 'heart'.
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Reminds one of the lost ditties of childhood & innocence--strangely enough the vernacular ones---can't recall the English rhymes being quite so touching!!
Sumathi---your words are powerful--do keep writing!!!enjoyed all the posts!!
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