I came across this one photograph of a friend's mom on fb and then brought out a few old albums having similar black and white photographs which belongs to my mother. Those photographs, where girls, who were my mother's friends, back in her school and college days, wore polished sarees and neatly tied their hair and smiled. Those were the people Maa grew up with and gradually got evicted in her own small journey from the small town of Dongargarh to her sad city of joy. Those photographs are the only memory of those friends that she has . These beautiful women clad in saree who somewhere got dissolved in their own dusty warmth, today, probably is serving their chauvinist pigs of the house, probably bossing around, probably going through a  similar photograph where Maa smiles wide.