Strings of Jasmine

As I undid my hair, I noticed a flower that clung on, as if not wanting to let go! I held it delicately between my fingers, careful releasing it from the tangle of my tresses, wondering how it must feel to have given pleasure to someone for a while, only to be set aside later…

I found myself sitting there in front of the mirror lost in thought; festivities are an occasion for family, food and mirth. And, ofcourse, the colourful sarees and, for me, personally, the flowers in my hair. I am going through that phase when I prefer to wear my hair long so depending on the occasion my hair takes different forms, adorning them with flowers being one. 
We create memories that stay etched in the mind; we remember the people we met, the conversations, the jewellery that women displayed, the food and the attire. But nowhere in those memories do the flowers figure, though they are probably the most exquisite part of the event - for the purity they portray, the fragrance they diffuse and the grace they add to the woman. So, I decided to string these flowers into the memories by saving an image with a note on how they made me pretty!