Revathy “Amma”, her voice goes as she strides barefoot towards the entrance door. The

inkling of her silver anklets still echoing in the silent dark room. Her forehead kissed with a big

red moon placed asymmetrically between her brows. Bangles in her hand make subtle noise

as she manages to proper her 6 yards’ saree draped around her young body. — “Don’t be

loud Revathy, your babuji doesn’t like it. And when will you learn to wear this?” says Amma

with a tensed look, while folding the pleats of Revathy’s saree. Covering her head with the

saree’s edge, Revathy blurts, “Amma, can I go to school with Ashok?” making Amma burst

out laughing over the silly words of her 11 year old daughter-in-law.