She sat there mourning. Her crumpled white saree had lost its color exonerating a mood in sync with the gloomy aura of the room. Crossed legged sitting woman of 20 had applied mascara with kajal enclosed eyes and spot of thumb size sindoor on her temple indicating her retained vanity even at an event of such great loss. Her curly black tresses mingled with her mother's as she rested her head on her shoulder. She turned her head towards gate sensing whispers and commotion and saw her father in law followed by relatives arrive back after the 'dah' sanskar ceremony. He waved and called her. She ran past her mother in in his arms and subsequently headed towards the corner near the stairs in the house compound. She seemed calm now and assured by his presence she held his hand and met his eyes. He grinned mischievously and said, " you've done a great job!". She smiled curtly and said, "thank you".
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