Searching Mother in Sari

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I steal her saris and rush to drape it on. And then look in the mirror. The mirror disappoints. Always. The sari looks flat, dull on me. In frustration, I tear it off and try on another. Again the mirror disappoints. The happy Mother eludes. The daughter

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