[This is a work of fiction.]
She takes a pinch of rice powder and allows it to trickle through her fingers. Her expert hands trace out the curving lines of the pattern that is etched in her mind. The kolam takes shape on the floor.For years, she has gotten up at the crack of dawn and drawn a kolam outside her front door. The complicated creations she displayed as a new bride gave way to simpler ones when her responsibilities increased.
How much longer will she be able to continue? Will people know she has gone when there is no kolam on her front door.
A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.