She pulled me to the gate. I was crying. She let go of my hand and smiled, this time it’s a kind smile. She wiped my tears with her right hand fingers.

I was surprised to see the change in her.

“I would be happy if you come out with me, I think you love me and would keep me happy. I will not force you. You make the decision.” She said and opened the gate.

I moved to a side, I again heard that voice in my head asking me to do as she say and to keep her happy and satisfied, but my intellect said not to go, it said “If you go you will be a laughing stock. You won’t be able to face people.” I kept thinking about it for few minutes. She kept looking patiently. Finally I love defeated fear. I took a step forward.

She caught my hand and pulled me in quickly and closed the gate. I was confused, did I do something wrong? Is she angry again. I looked at her face, she smiled and hugged me. I couldn’t understand her. “I saw your love, and you are feeling mine now.” she said hugging me.

She took me into the room again and opened the wardrobe. It was filled with her clothes. My mother has placed all her clothes in the wardrobe. They were all heavy, silk and traditional.

“I love heavy silk clothes” She said, even now she was wearing a silk saree.

“Me too” I said.
She pinched my left cheek and said. “How sweet. From now on all that is mine is yours too, but I decide which and when you should wear.”

I agreed, because I love them all.