13 NOV 2017 AT 22:26

As I unfold the Saree,
I remember how you unwrapped
It off me.

As I press the uneven edges,
I remember your dry lips
pressed on my waist.

My saree and my body
have memories of your touch.
Now I am passing it on,
with the hope, that the love made in
it this time remains for longer
than the stains.

- Aditi