Untold Tale of Indian Wife

•TWENTY-THREE°

With a flick of her wavy hair, Mrinalini stood up, her cotton saree rustled softly, its crisp folds accentuating her gentle curves.

She gasped when unexpectedly delicate beads of her anklets scattered on the floor, their gentle clatter echoing through the silence, like a fleeting moment of fragile beauty, rolling across the floor like tiny, Shimmering tears.

As the delicate beads of her anklets scattered on the floor, she felt a pang of sadness wash over her as it has been a gift from her mother on her wedding day, a symbol of love and blessings as she embarked on her new life as a bride

she gathered the scattered beads, her fingers tracing the memories etched on each one. She placed them on the old wooden bedside table. As she stepped back, a faint pout crossed her lips, a gentle protest against the fragility of things she held dear.

Letting out a soft sigh as she turned away. She headed towards kitchen. She swiftly wrapped up her tasks. Her mind still revolving around anklets.

Lost in the rhythm of her chores, she felt a small hand tug at her saree. She turned to find her little one standing beside her, his eyes shining with an unspoken request: "Chotti maa, I need your help"

With a warm chuckle, she completed  her task and get inside in her room. Mrinalini now considers him as a part of her prayer. with him, she doesn't refrain herself from speaking, what would he gain from judging her.

They both perched on ouch cart chairs and with a hint of confusion lingered on his words. He disclosed his matter "My class teacher notified us that ramlila will
bring forth in our school."

( Ramlila, literally “Rama's play”, is a performance of then Ramayana epic in a series of scenes that include song, narration, recital and dialogue)

Mrinalini hummed then she spoke "So which character role you have decided to play ?"

Little one didn't response for a moment and then said "You know everyone is marching ahead to get character of prabhu ( lord ) rama however whenever maa narrates told of ramayana then everyone had contribute significantly."

Mrinalini smiled sweetly and her fingers lightly pulled his chubby cheeks. She stated "Indeed ! As if you have heard tales of epic ramayana then you are aware how Bharat comitted to upholding
the values of truth."

Raghuvendra nodded to confirm and said in his babyish accent "Bharat was extremely devoted to lord rama and was deeply distressed when Rama was exiled to the forest. When Rama was exiled, Bharat was offered the throne of Ayodhya, but he refused, considering it to be Rama's rightful place."

Flabbergasted yet amazed by his detailed description, she adoringly tousled his hair affectionately and proposed in velvety whisper "Then I feel you should consider to represent him."

Raghuvendra eagerly nodded and then his lips curled in darling pout, endearing grimace highlighted his features. He murmured faintly "what about getup ? Maa seems to engaged in duties then I know she will scold me and ask me drop this."

Mrinalini  eyebrow dipped in confusion and she asked "why so ?" and saw little one taking dramatic sharp puff. "For her these won't offer me any profit as she thinks I should pay attention toward my studies rather than immersing myself there."

Mrinalini decided to not trash-talk about his mother by commenting anything against her and tried to make him understated "It's your mother's concern for your future. However suppose if one day if you make a meaningful impact by attaining professional success then you have to speak infront of many people with absolute certainty and confidence."

Little one failed to catch meaning behind her words due to his little experience "So how is this related to my role ?"

Mrinalini flashed genuine smile as asking questions reflected doubt and doubt only comes when someone is really willing to decipher something.