Yellow Saree and the Letter I’ll Never Forget: A Mother’s Day Post by Ayaan
Hi… I am Ayaan. And a few nights ago, I had a dream that broke me — and then put me back together. I don't remember how it started. But somewhere in it, I found out my mother was getting married. Not in a happy, celebratory way. In the way dreams work — sudden, unexplained, and somehow completely true. I was confused. Shocked. And then, almost immediately — desperate. Because I couldn't find her. I looked everywhere, in every room possible in my house. The way you search for someone in a dream — frantically, with legs that won't move fast enough and a voice that won't carry far enough. The kind of panic that has no logic but feels completely, terrifyingly real. But the strange part is — I don't know how long I searched. Dreams don't tell you that. But at some point, my father said — "We have to go to the wedding." I couldn't understand it. How could he say that so calmly? How could he simply accept it? I stood there, unable to ...
