She had always loved the color green. It reminded
her of the lush fields in her village, of her ribbon knotted in school,
of the fountain pen that her grandfather gifted her when she stood first
in college, of her first moped, of the t-shirt she got her husband for
their first anniversary.
The green bangles on display looked good. Her favorite color too. Nothing has changed, she consoled herself.
"Here you go", said the man, opening his paan box and handing over a wad of cash. "Take two if you want, bare hands don't look good. Don't wear them and sleep like your old ones. These will break".
She couldn't stop the tears welling up. The old ones were her mother's gift to her. She rushed out of the shop. The neon board was still flashing - 'C.S.Motilal & Sons Pawn Brokers - since 1935'
The green bangles on display looked good. Her favorite color too. Nothing has changed, she consoled herself.
"Here you go", said the man, opening his paan box and handing over a wad of cash. "Take two if you want, bare hands don't look good. Don't wear them and sleep like your old ones. These will break".
She couldn't stop the tears welling up. The old ones were her mother's gift to her. She rushed out of the shop. The neon board was still flashing - 'C.S.Motilal & Sons Pawn Brokers - since 1935'
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