the saree...

'She must have left in a hurry...'
He thought as he entered the room...
And perceived distinctly her saree on the bed...
Lying there crumpled...almost thrown down...

He got closer to the saree...
It had motiffs of the moghuls at its border...
Moghuls...sitting whiffing rose...
Moghuls on thrones...peacock thrones...
Moghuls...spreading empire vast...upto the extent of the whole saree...
Silken routes...
He took the saree up and felt the silk...
Felt the intricate weaving...
So intricate...details to the point of making it a silken canvas almost...
He got the scent of her as well...
Scent of her taking him away to past...
The route was silken then...so smooth...

They had arrived at the grand store with red carpet and glass panels...
Full of sarees unnumbered!
Sarees cotton...silk...muslin...rayon...linen...carrying so many names...
They got all the shapes and styles and prints and embroidered ones...
She then took the moghul one...violet and purple and black...
So enchanting!
As if a riot of colors took the centrestage!

Touching the saree...
Was like touching her...
Was like going back so many years...
In a lightning pace!

The saree
Spoke volumes...