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Tape a Saree Tale


Its 3:45 pm and I am sitting on the sofa,just 5 Minutes before I wen to my study room,took my laptop,pressed the ON button and decide to write about something that happend yesterday.So,yesterday was in contrast of what I am doing right now,there was no sofa to sit on but a train berth.Added to it was a cup of chai and 2 samosas
Love,isnt it?
Yeah,this much pretty.
The train was 5 hours late and i was tired.But the lady next to me was considering herself the next Miss Universe,She had applied uncountable coats of lipstick since the last hour and Powder was her best friend i believe.
You see..
Then She took out her suitcase from under the berth,put it on the berth,opened it and took out a new silk saree.
She went to the washroom and returned after 15 minutes wearing it.I must say she looked really good in that red saree with a golden border.
Yea,this
 pretty!

 I gave her a smile and she returned back one.She again sat down next to me,suitcase still on berth.I asked her if she would like to keep it down,she gave me a confused look,ignored my question and in return asked if i had a bottle of water with me?
I,gave her bislery...
After 10 minutes something again crossed her mind she opened her suitcase and repeated the same as before,but this time it wasa green saree.
She literally gained my respect with what she had been doing since last half an hour,wearing a saree and then changing another one in a train is like a NASA mission accomplished!

She came back sat next to me,seeing her discomfort i asked her"Do you have any problem?"
She was about to say something..just when the TT arrived and checked her ticket,Maya Srivastava Age 43 from Belapur to Lucknow,details checked!
While all this was happening I decided to open up a Jim jAm pack and start eating it,after the TT was gone i asked her if she would like one.She took one from the packet and,and before completely eating it,put it aside,opened the suitcase again took out a grey saree this time,took some safety pins and started to pin the veils of curtains together,to close it.Thereafter,repeating the whole process of changing the saree again,but this time infront of me!
I was sitting there dumbstruck looking her in awe,She had taken full advantage of the empty compartment.And I was reallyyy pissed off with this deed of hers,it was 5:30 and my station was about to arrive,i stood up picked up my bag and was about to leave when out of curiosity and frustation i asked her what she was really upto?
She smiled at me and said Sorry,"But my son is going to see me for the very first time,and i want to look the prettiest in front of him!".She had tears in her eyes and so did i,hers were of happiness and mine were of guilt.
My station had arrived and i had to step out,all i could hear was that he had been admitted in a hospital for eye transplant.
Suddenly,the compartment was full of people,vendors and choas.
I somehow managed to show her a Thumbsup and stepped out of the train.I stood there till the train didnt move,i wanted to talk to Her,wanted to go and meet her son.And all i was able to do was stand,look at the train passing by and think
               "another story,another lesson."!!

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