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Pink Silk

 I have a pink silk tunic that's a decade old. Its one of my favorite things to wear but I have done so sparingly and always taken good care of it. Much has come and gone from my wardrobe but the tunic remains. It was the bought in Chennai during business trip. A good family friend A met me during my short stay there and took me to the best place to buy such things. I remember buying kajal and an embroidered bag on the same day. Back home, things were falling apart - it was hard for me to share that with anyone but with A it was easy. I poured my heart out, begged for help and intervention. A was sympathetic but made it clear that what I was asking for was impossible. I was on my own - a mistake had been made, I was paying a steep price for it but I was on my own as far as fixing it. 

I told A, that I did not have it in me to fix things so far beyond repair, that I might sooner leave the mess behind me - attempt a do over. That was the beginning of the end - I did not know it then. That afternoon in Chennai, after we had shopped, A took me to a nice restaurant for lunch. Have way through my meal, I told A, there was no repairing in my future. A had nothing to say in response - the message was received. We moved on to other topics. I did leave the mess behind and moved on. the tunic remained with me the whole time. A relic from times, long left behind but untouched by the darkness. It always made me happy.

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