Beautiful humans, who had turned up in their finery, started congratulating my parents, who had put in their last rupee to ensure that I looked the best. It was their retirement home, and they wanted to enjoy the rest of their lives with me. I still remember that day; I remember being draped in fairy lights and flowers.
I was a beautiful house, with a well kept garden, which was always in bloom. The house was always fragrant; my mother, would light the incense sticks and bring in some of the marigold flowers for the puja. After that, she would enter the kitchen and all the rooms would be filled with the aroma of spices. I enjoyed this time of the day a lot.
And Father, who had never really learnt how to access his email properly, sat for hours, choosing colours to adorn me.
|That is me! 🙂|
|Sunset orange to welcome the guests|
|Electric blue wall accessorized with pretty curtains|
|Simple painting in the Drawing room|
|Traditional art forms donning the doors|
I look stunning don’t I? And what about Chutki, Father, Me and the rest of the family? Well we definitely lived happily ever after, with Mother watching us from heaven J