the color of memory

a thread of saffron weaves its way through my life. it's the color of turmeric stains on my mother's hands, the color of sunsets over the pune hills. it's the color of memories, of laughter, of tears. a splash of saffron in the paani puri, a sprinkle on the biryani, a whispered promise of flavor and joy. byline="sanya" bucket="drip". it's the color of the dupatta my grandmother wore, a vibrant orange, a splash of color in a sea of grey. it's the color of the sky at dawn, a soft pink, a gentle awakening. saffron, kesar, the color of memory, the taste of love.