Ek mauka de mujhe tu Apni galti sudhaaru Aa kahin se chule haath mera. Bondita looked out of her window to see the ladies of the village preparing for the morning rituals of her cousin's wedding. The blushing bride sat in the middle of it, in a yellow saree, as one of the married women put the Shakhapola in her hands. She blushed as the ladies teased her. Bondita's eyes fell almost into a reflection of her mother sitting in a corner with her beads and praying. She remembered when such signs of a married woman were on this woman too. Bondita couldn't help but wonder if things would have been different had her father been alive. She sighed. As she approached the door a little eagerly, Sumati opened her eyes and called out to her. "Bondita." She frowned. "I told you not to go out, didn't I?" She reminded her daughter. "And what have you done to yourself? Braid your hair, and brush it properly. It looks like a mess. Wear some kajal under your eyes....