The smell of Jasmine flowers always reminded her of him. It was his ritual. Everyday in the evening at exactly 5 PM, Sukanya would wash her face, wear a different sari, tie her hair in a bun, light the evening lamps and would wait for her husband to return from work. Everyday he would stop by the flower shop and would bring home those beautiful smelling Jasmine flowers wrapped in a banana leaf. The flowers were tied together using a thread. She would carefully wear them around her bun and fix it to her hair with the aid of U pins.
Later she would hand him a cup of strong filter coffee and they would sit in the verandah. He always regaled her with various stories from his office and she would laugh at them.
But today, the colorful saris have been replaced by plain white ones. There was nobody to make her laugh or even talk to her. There was nobody to buy her flowers. She was a widow and she should spend her entire life as a celibate. A flower vendor passed by her house and she got a glimpse of those beautiful smelling Jasmine flowers . A lone tear escaped her eye as she remembered him.
Later she would hand him a cup of strong filter coffee and they would sit in the verandah. He always regaled her with various stories from his office and she would laugh at them.
But today, the colorful saris have been replaced by plain white ones. There was nobody to make her laugh or even talk to her. There was nobody to buy her flowers. She was a widow and she should spend her entire life as a celibate. A flower vendor passed by her house and she got a glimpse of those beautiful smelling Jasmine flowers . A lone tear escaped her eye as she remembered him.
A lovely sad story.
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Thank you djinnia :)
DeleteOh wow. How terribly sad. She needs a next chapter, a happier chapter.
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Thanks Liz :)
DeleteAnd she fell asleep...the next day flower vendor came by..she stepped out bought the jasmine stringed in thread...came inside put around her bun and it perfectly matched the white Saree with a green border...just like the jasmine and could see her husband smiling from the within the photo....across the wall....this way, this time I kept the time changing...my dear Changing Times....pardon me for intruding...well Thankyou for this fragrant story...:)
ReplyDeleteWell, that was beautiful! Thanks Sowmya :)
DeleteFelt sad for her... The grief of losing someone dear and still coping with life is really tough...
ReplyDeleteYes coming to terms with the loss is really difficult. Thanks for stopping by :)
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