Thursday, July 2, 2009

Epilogue to Rain..

I forgot to mention one interesting aspect of rains and me...

All girls in Indis have probably faced this... The beautiful block prints and bright coloured kurtis that we so love, they bleed color when soaked in water, which makes washing them a special chore...

Well, what does that have to do with rains? Well, If you decide to get drenched in rain wearing a green full sleeve kurti, there are good chances, you would be walking around with slightly green tinged arms for the next 1-2 days...

:)

Which reminds me of this school group dance... where we were supposed to wear plain salwar-kurti, and a bright dupatta as part of the costume... I used to be a little girl then, and my mother declined to buy me a new dress for a "stupid" dance competition... my friend came to my rescue, giving me her mother's pure white silk salwar kurti, but no dupatta... I actually went door-to-door asking if someone had a red dupatta to go with the outfit... no luck...

Finally we went to the costume rental store, and picked up a red dupatta with all shimmery gold lace.. I wouldn't be caught dead in such a costume today, but childhood isn't about fashion sense anyway..

The dance went off quite well, except that it began to rain when we were on the open-air stage.. we continued to dance and were applauded for our spirit. Our school chairman even announced a cash prize for the group... so far so good...

When I reached home, triumphant and happy, and peeled the wet dupatta off...I discovered that the pure white kurti was botched with red all over...the cash prize and much more money went into repeated dry cleans of the ensemble, and every trick in the detergent trade was tried...

The red refused to give up, and I went with a lot of trepidation and eyes brimming with tears to my friend's house, about a month later. I had the whole set of excuses and apologies ready, but one look at me, and the dress, my friend's mother said..." It could have been my daughter dancing on that stage, would I have scolded her? "

I don't even remember the girl's last name now, but her mother's kindness and affection stands out as an indelible memory.