I had locked away some of my old sarees for long in suitcases. Couldn't let go of them earlier. On opening them today, I still found those memories neatly stacked in their folds. Those people who gifted them or when I gifted myself on special occasions. I could recollect them all. It's strange they made me smile even now. It has been so long yet those sarees still carry the old fragrance. But those flowers are crushed now. And just like I gave a chance to myself to bloom anew, it's time I free them too. So that they create new memories. New beginnings. Enough of them holding on to the past. Their fabric messed up with tangled threads of yester years. It's time they breathe anew. With a different story. Not me. Not anymore. A mutual break-up.
Parting for the better.
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