This is my favorite mirror in the whole world. It is the most precious thing in my life. It was my grandma's mirror. Dadu (Grandpa) gave it to her when he got her first salary. My grandma was very pretty and she loved her bindi, jhumka and snow-powder (as they used to say during that time). My Grandpa died when my grandma was only thirty five years of age. And as per the ritual of our village, all her snow-powders were snached away from her. She was given a white saree to cover herself. She didn't say anything. For the rest of her life she wore white Saree only. She never asked for bindi or jhumka. Even from that time onwards she never looked herself in the mirror Dadu gifted her.
In my tenth birthday Grandma open her trunk and gifted me that mirror covered with memory. Though I was too young to understand Grandma's emotions but today every time I see the mirror I can feel my grandparents'eternal love - a love saga.
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