Sujatha was standing at the entrance of her childhood home, reminiscing her memories, before stepping in as she had come after almost a decade.
Her mother Ammu came from the kitchen, barefoot, and she was wearing a cotton saree.
"Come Sujatha, it has been a while you know," Ammu said.
Sujatha smiled, once again reminiscing the strict and disciplined life she endured during her childhood.
They both had a quiet dinner and sat in the living room couch of the ancestral home.
"Sujatha, you know you have grown to be a fine woman," Ammu said.
"Hope Ammu that you have also not forgotten the discipline that shaped you." Ammu continued.
Sujatha's heart started beating faster all of a sudden.
"No Amma, I have not forgotten at all. In fact I think about it more often than not." Sujatha said.
"Oh really Ammu? Show me." asked Ammu.
Though she said it in a gentle voice, sujatha knew it was more of a command than a gentle request which she could deny.
Sujatha slowly got up from the couch and started pulling her dupatta aside. She could feel her hands trembling a little as she unbuttoned the top of her kameez and removed it over her head, as she stood in her bra infront of her mother. With hesitation, she reached behind and unclasped her bra, letting it fall on the floor.
"Come closer Sujatha" Ammu called in nearby.
She caressed her over Sujatha's scars on her back which were years old.
"You've endured well, Sujatha, " Ammu said.
"I think I deserved it, Amma," Sujatha whispered.
