She Wore the Uniform. I Wore the Saree – Part 4

The bus arrived before sunrise.

The village was still quiet. The streets were pale under the early morning light. A few tea stalls had just opened, and the air carried that soft, sleepy silence only dawn can hold. No one paid much attention when she stepped down from the bus.No one expected Meena that day.

She adjusted her small travel bag and began walking toward home.Months ago0, she had left this same road wearing bright sarees, glass bangles, and gentle hesitation. That morning, she returned wearing a plain T-shirt, simple khaki pants, and worn-out sports shoes. Her hands were bare. No bangles. No ornaments. Her hair was tied back neatly.She did not look harsh.She looked certain.

I woke up to the faint sound of the gate.

At first, I ignored it. My mind was still heavy with sleep. Meena was not supposed to return yet. But then I heard footsteps in the yard — steady, unhurried.And then her voice.“Ramesh.”Sleep disappeared instantly.I rushed outside.

She stood there as if nothing was unusual.But everything felt unusual.For a few seconds, I could only stare. My eyes tried to connect the Meena I knew with the person standing before me. She was the same — yet not the same. Something about her posture, her stillness, her presence carried a quiet strength I had never seen before.Then she smiled.A wide, glowing, uncontrollable smile.And suddenly she ran toward me.

Before I could react, she threw her arms around me and lifted me off the ground. The movement was so quick, so effortless, that I gasped in surprise. Her bag slipped from her shoulder. She laughed loudly, freely, spinning slightly as if joy itself had taken hold of her.“I got it!” she said, her voice bursting with happiness. “SI! I got SI!”.I could not stop laughing.Her happiness was infectious, pure, overwhelming.But beneath that laughter, my mind registered somethig else.She was holding me easily.Firmly.As if the months of training had changed more than just her career.When she finally set me down, I looked at her carefully.She did not look masculine.She did not look delicate.She looked capable.There was no better word for it.By then, the street had started to wake.A milk vendor slowed his cycle.Two women near the corner stopped talking.An old man turned twice to look again.No one spoke openly, but curiosity filled the air. Meena’s return  her clothes, her confidence, her energy did not go unnoticed.The village could sense change even before understanding it.“I have to report by ten,” she said after some time, her breathing calmer now. “They told me to join from here.”From here.From our village.Those words carried weight.

Meena in police uniform showing calm strength and determination after returning to her village.
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Inside the house, her bag rested on the table. While moving it aside, I noticed something small inside just for a second. A thin packet. White with a faded design. Barely visible before she pushed the zip closed.I said nothing.Perhaps it was nothing.Perhaps it was not.

The morning moved quickly after that.But one truth had already settled inside me.Meena had returned home.Yet she had not returned as the same woman who once left wearing sarees and glass bangles.Something deeper had shifted.And our life was slowly shifting with it.

She Wore the Uniform. I Wore the Saree – Part 3

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