She lays there, leisurely, wearing a saree, as she reads a letter from her grandma. It’s about the summers they spent together, amidst the smell of mangoes, listening to the bubbling calls and ‘cu-ckoos’ of the koel. She looks at her saree, a classic made from natural dyes and a smile comes on her face, as she recalls those koel birds and her grandma, whose memories are as timeless as her saree…