Red

Everyone in the room whispered in each other's ears that what a misfortune it was to become a widow in mid-forties.

Ladies came, soothed her. Elderly widows talked about their own experiences and how the life is finished after the death of husband.

She covered in dark colored sari, stayed quite for almost whole day. Amongst the common chatter of ladies, her thoughts would wander again and again and she would begin to think, "Would I never be able to wear a red sari?" "And eat out and party and laugh and...?"

Red was her favorite color, like yellow and pink.