Dhaniya said,
"Amma how is this peacock feather? For how long will it be stuck, throw it away."
Amma burst out in anger, there was blood in her eyes. He said,
"Don't ask me to remove it again, this feather is dearer to me than my life."
Suddenly Amma said to Dhaniya,
"Pagli, you have washed the chunari, then give a little color too, it is the festival of Holi, when my red colored chunaria is painted with the colors of Holi, it will look very beautiful."
Amma was smiling looking at her pople face today. Never before had I seen such an aura of happiness, Dhaniya, on the face of old Amma. Coriander was also smiling softly. The full moon moon seemed to be smiling again and again.
Coriander hastily soaked the chunari in red color and started drying. Amma held the peacock feather tightly in her fist.
"Let this feather not be lost."
The chunri dried up due to the gust of wind. Old Amma covered her head and went to her hut and looked at her face in the broken glass. He did not find his dry forehead beautiful. When she put Gainru on her forehead with her finger, she looked again in the mirror and she herself became shy. Looked beautiful today.
Then the sound of coriander came from outside,
"Amma, come out a bit. What are you doing inside?"
Hearing the sound of coriander, Amma came out in a hurry and said to the coriander,
"Mary, tell me how I look."
Coriander screamed,
"Amma, tell me the truth, today you are seeing Radha of Krishna."
Hearing this, Amma became stunned. Coriander was stirring Amma again and again but Amma's words were not coming out.