Golden rays of late morning sunlight
Stream through the frosted window
You look at the saris folded neatly and just right
You need to choose one that will elegantly flow.
Your luncheon guests will be arriving soon
The ladies with their generous coat of makeup
Will be waltzing into your home by high noon
Dressed in their glittering saris skilfully wrapped up.
Your mother-in-law hurries you along
While asking you to dress your absolute best
In wanting you to be praised as the prettiest in the party she finds nothing wrong
Nor does it strike her as shallow to make such a request.
She reminds you that you were selected to marry her son
Because of your delicate features and outstanding beauty
In your heart you remind yourself that for you he is not the one
You only said yes to the arranged marriage as to your parents you owed that duty.
(Daily prompt: Shallow)