Hiding in the closet the little skirt was so terrified, as she heard someone talking about the recent rape case. People were blaming the short black skirt of some girl. Terrified and shocked to its core she hid behind the blue top. Still trying to understand how can she be inviting a rape. She was lost. Just then, someone opened the closet. A little ray of light entered inside. It was her, Ria, the one little skirt loves to the core.
She fell in love with Ria the day Ria tried her in the trial room of that store where she was sold. Ria jumped in excitement when she tried her. Little skirt knew that the feeling of love was mutual. Ria bought her at instance and they have been together since then. Ria had flaunted her in several parties and she too felt proud wrapped around her waist.
But today, she was afraid, she was afraid that someone can hurt Ria because of her. She had been totally unaware of the fact that she could come as a threat to her. Peeping out at Ria from behind the sack of clothes, she decided to ditch her for her safety. So, she hid inside, behind the bigger sack of clothes. She saw Ria through the little space between the two shirts. Ria was shuffling through the clothes, she was getting late for a party. Fear came to the face of the little skirt, when the thought passed her mind that, may be she is searching for her amidst all the clothes. She could see the restlessness and hurry on Ria’s face. It was difficult for her as well to keep away from the love of her life. She wanted to go ahead, so that Ria can spot her easily, but she decided to stay away. She hid deeper so that Ria could not find her. She could see her hand which was searching for something. It came closer to her and she immediately hid behind the long black dress. Ria’s hand was scrutinizing all the clothes. As her hand came close to her, the little skirt wrapped herself in the black dress. Fear came to her face as she thought that Ria will find her, when suddenly Ria’s phone rang. She saw Ria going away to pick the phone, and as she went away, the little skirt broke down. She cannot do this to Ria, she loves her so much. She started crying bitterly due to the dilemma whether she should let Ria find her or she should hide herself away from her for her safety. Her tears were rolling down on and on, when she felt a soft warm touch on her. She looked behind, it was the defamed, stubborn blue saree. Little skirt was shocked to see her. But the blue saree gently caressed her and wiped her tears. The little skirt was surprised as since the day she came she has only heard the stories of her stubbornness, and her angry attitude towards every other cloth. She never talked to anyone and she used to just hang silently in one corner. They told her that the blue saree hated them all as Ria too didn’t liked her much and rarely wore her. But to her surprise in the time of need it was this blue saree which came with the warmth and gentleness and not the other clothes. It was then, when for the first time she heard the blue saree speak. Her voice was gentle and soft like a mother. She told the short skirt to stop crying and tell her what the matter is? Initially a bit reluctant, the little skirt told her about the news she heard. The blue saree looked into her eyes and explained her to not to blame herself, as she neither can safeguard Ria nor can bring any danger to her. She is just a piece of cloth which can either make her look good or bad, and she always makes her look good and that is the reason Ria loves her so much. The little skirt said..”but the incident..it all happened because of someone like me. You won’t get it because you are not being blamed”. The blue saree looked at her there was pain in her eyes and then she narrated her an incident, the incident which shook her to the core.
It was Ria’s office farewell party and the theme was Indian wear. It was then when she came to Ria’s life. Ria looked ravishing when she wore her. She flaunted her perfect figure in that beautiful saree. After the party Ria’ s boss asked her to accompany him on the terrace as he wanted to discuss something with her. Ria went with him and there he tried to impose himself on her. Ria was shocked and so was the blue saree. She told the little skirt..
“It is not us that matter, what matters is the mentality of the person looking at us. If I, the “Traditional Indian Saree” could be looked sexually inviting than how can you blame yourself…you are just an innocent short skirt.”
When the blue saree finished narrating the incidence, she had tears in her eyes too, but they were the tears of relief, relief from the memories of that dark incidence, which she has always carried in her heart. The little skirt hugged her and she understood why the blue saree is always so silent and lonely.
Just then Ria again opened the closet trying to search what to wear. The blue saree pushed the little skirt ahead, and Ria’s eyes met her favorite skirt again. She pulled her out and said..
“There you are my favorite skirt..where were you hiding.”
The short skirt turned and looked at the blue saree promising to come back soon to her new friend.
Since then the short skirt and the blue saree are the best friends.