A tale of love ,
A tale of healing ,
A tale of trust ,
A tale of discoveries ,
Nothing changed, yet she felt the loss,
But you can't lose something that never was yours
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Started - 11th April 2024
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It was a fine sunny morning in guwahati Assam, riyan was out for a walk while Shri stayed home with mithoo
Mithoo: Shri, beta, come here for a moment
Mithoo said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Shri looked around curiously, wondering what was going on.
Shri: han muma bolo
she asked, walking towards Mithoo.
Mithoo led Shri to the bedroom and took something out of her closet. She returned with a beautiful, intricately woven Assamese saree draped over her arm.
Mithoo: I have something special for you,
she said, her voice full of warmth.
Shri's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the saree.
Shri: muma ye to bohot Sundar hai
she exclaimed.
Mithoo: beta It's a traditional Assamese mekhla it's like a saree, passed down from my mother and grandmother. Aur ab tumhari baari hai isse rakhne ki , Shri Mera ek lauta beta hai riyan , lekin ab tum b beti jesi hi ho mere lia
Shri could feel the emotion in her voice which made her tear up
She hugged mithoo for the sweet gesture
Mithoo: beta tum ek baar isko pehen ke dikhao kesi lag rhi ho
Shri: pr muma vo mujhe Assamese style me saree drape karna nhi aata
Mithoo: koi baat ni beta Mai help karti hu , Aaj riyan ko surprise denge , tumko Assamese attire me dekh k bohot khush ho jaega
Mithoo smiled as she led Shri to the bedroom, the saree carefully draped over her arm.
Mithoo: Okay, beta, now it's time for me to teach you how to wear this beautiful saree
she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Shri looked a bit nervous, but Mithoo reassured her with a gentle touch on her arm.
Mithoo: Don't worry beta , mai sikhaungi na . It's a bit tricky at first, lekin ek baar seekh gyi to dheere dheere pro ban jaogi
Mithoo began by wrapping the mekhla around Shri's waist, folding the end of the saree into a neat triangle.
Mithoo: phle hm esse pleates banaenge
she said, demonstrating the technique. Shri watched intently as Mithoo expertly folded and pleated the fabric.
Shri tried to mimic Mithoo's movements, but it was clear that she was struggling to get the folds just right. Mithoo chuckled and gently took Shri's hands in hers.
Mithoo: Let me show you again, beta
she said.
Together, they worked on creating the perfect pleats, Mithoo offering words of encouragement and guidance as Shri tried to master the technique. Finally, after a few attempts, Shri got it just right. Mithoo beamed with pride as she admired Shri's work
