Samaira was organizing her clothes carefully categorizing them into wearable and discarded stuff.Mini was scrubbing the floor and silently observing her. Samaira took out a red sari, she had worn for n number of times. Just as she was about to stuff it into the heap of clothes, Mini intervened,” Could I please take it Malkin?”
Samaira chuckled,”You are too small to wear this.”
“Not for me, for Ma.”
Samaira handed it over, thinking
“How would her bedridden mother, wear a sari?”
Meanwhile Mini flashed a victory smile, recollecting how beautiful her mother looked in red?