"A SAREE..."

One fine rainy day , she went to the market to buy vegetables ,with umbrella in a hand and the other hand did hold a beautiful bag to carry some vegetables. She wished that she had another hand to close the door and one more to carry  her SAREE perfectly. She made abortive efforts to carry herself perfectly in a SAREE.
She is an INDIAN and undoubtedly knows the importance of this 5.5 metres cloth which she often wraps on to protect her dignity,self-esteem and prestige.
May it be rugged and plain, may it be the branded silkens. Nevertheless, she wears it with the same grace.
When she was a child , she caught hold of her mother's SAREE to cover up a few steps and learned to walk.
When she slept and her mother's SAREE covered her face , She felt very secure as she had never felt before , least bothered about what happened around her.
Then she carved out her own career and left behind the healing touch of her mother's SAREE !

Ah!!but she now wore a saree and was ready to project herself as a full-pledged lady in this world.She has learned the art of defending herself against every odd of her life ruthlessly, but her SAREE has still maintained a grace and softness in her. And I find a mother in her who is ready to sacrifice her life without a dint of doubt.

She is now ready to make her children -"THE CHIP OF THE OLD BLOCK"

Thank you!