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My Happy Day.
Mom called me out and asked me to get ready as we needed to head out to the city to buy a dress for my little sister for her college day.
I was overjoyed as I love shopping and heaping up unique things, especially in attires.
I was in my jeans and a peplum top soon and set to move out.
We reached Sayyaji rao Road in 30 minutes. I love this place in Mysore for shopping, and nowise get tired no matter if I was to roam in all times.
Finally, we got into one shop which was on an exclusive sale.
I was delighted and gave an affectionate smile to my mom for her approval.She said, "No, you have plenty, and you wear none of them". When my face was in gloom, Papa said go and take whichever you want. Though I was Papa's girl, I never dared to ask him anything in definitive.
But, up to this day he has never failed to know me, and my little wants.
However, the primal priority was to be given to my little sister. We started searching for the gown. Though there were plenty of attires in that shop, she was attracted to the silk net gown of the opposite shop.
The beautiful lean doll like her was wearing it, and my sister decided she would buy only this. I think that ,seeing that doll, she got a perfect picture of that gown having on her. Everyone liked it. I moved out of that offer shop only when Mom made me certain that we would surely come and check here once.
My mom is an exceptional bargainer. Her few years of work in the clothing field have educated her well about things, and it's working. So no one can deny her price as that will be best quoted. Till this day I think only one or two times her bargain has come to no effect. And the upshot of this bargain was a success story. She steps back to bargain with small vendors, but she knows the worth of the things and never pays more than it. When my mom asked the gown price, the shopkeeper said 4000. I felt it was a bit high and told mom to ask in 2500 , 4000 is high. She said you would keep quiet. This is not much worth than 1500. What? Are you deep in your thoughts, I asked. I just walked out of the store and stood next to my dad who was waiting outside as he doesn't want to be with my mother when her bargain is going on.
I said, “Papa, Mamma is too much. How can she ask it for 1500, which is of 4000.
It is like trying to check the patience of a saint.
In no time, mom called me. I went to check it out. She said go and collect 1400 from your dad. He is ready to give it at that price. I was taken aback. Proud of my Mamma. But whenever she asks me to get clued up about these things, I knock back.
To be like her is beyond the bounds of possibilities for me.
Somehow, my sis got her gown. And we revisited the shop that was on sale.
One girl who was in her dark green kurta and her long curly hair, which was perfectly braided , approached us and greeted us with a smile. Bunch of innocence in her eyes and that smile was of million-dollar worth for sure. She was so friendly and asked me, Madam, why you left the shop, you were here and wanting many things. On her asking, I just came to know a few eyes were on me then, and I asked myself, was my longing so deep that it was visible as someone could notice it? My thought was disturbed again by that girl. I told her my sister's gown story. She said no matter, madam, this type of gown is not with us and took me to show the new stock.
My mom gave me a staring look and said no to my buying again. But my passion in collecting things was more boundless than her look, so I completely ignored her.
My little sister had a handful of collections. My dad insisted on buying one more from here. This was the moment in time to look for me too. I held her hands and began to search for both of us. When it comes to selection, I love my dad's choice as it is similar to mine. He pointed towards one lemon yellow half-sleeve gown which had a pale red flower print. It was so pretty, and I loved it. Unfortunately, it was not of my fit. I suggested my sister to grab it. But she and my mom denied it, and it happens often. My 1st younger sister, Ramya, makes a good choice too. She was busy in dealing with new college days, so she could not come with us, and in no doubt I missed her presence that day. I was surely taking that gown if it was in my size. I let go of it and turned on to move. I did not wish to buy any other thing. My mom shopped a few tops for Ramya and Chaitra was still busy in searching for the best.
Suddenly, someone pulled my hand, and when I turned to check who that was, it was the same sale's girl. Her smile was exactly the same, and it had not faded a bit. She said, come with me, I will show you the best. I followed her silently. There were series of dresses arranged in a hanger in sequence to the sizes. She pulled out from the last row, the last 3rd dress. It was wow. My dad, who was watching me, asked to grab this as he liked it too. It was white long flared Anarkali cotton kurta with sea blue print, and it had a beautiful chiffon white dupatta with mild blue prints. I was very sure to grab this. I looked at her and thanked her for showing this beautiful dress to me. She said, "It looks beautiful on you, and this was my favorite, so I had to hide this here as I can take it in my possible time".
I was held down. I said, then why are you insisting that I should buy this? No problem, I will look for something else and gave her a smile. She said no, madam. You are passionate about dresses, and for sure you take care of this in good. My job is to show our customer the best and make them happy. Sometimes I need to sell my happiness, and that makes me happy. So please take it. I felt bad for her.
I took that dress in hand, so no one should take it. I wanted to get her this dress at any cost. She deserves this for her goodness and innocence, I thought and how can I buy someone's happiness.
Then Chaitra ran towards me and wanted this dress as she liked it too. As I described her, in the beginning, it was very tough to get her fit. I told her this was not of her size whilst another sales person heard us and said it was available in all sizes as new stock has come. I was so happy on hearing this.
My dad said you both take this, but I wanted to get it for that girl too. I had enough pocket money, so at least I wanted to give her money in secret, so she can buy her this little happiness. I turned towards her and asked her size. Though she needed size M , I wanted to confirm it. She well read my mind and understood that I was getting her one, and she said a firm No. We cannot buy like this, madam, the owner keeps a watch on us, and it affects my work, she said. I said that's okay, I will pay you, and you can grab this later.She said no. When this was going, my mom came to me and said, no, you are not buying this as you already have two white kurtas, she said. I replied okay without having an argument. At that time, for me to get a little happiness for that girl was important. So I kept that kurta down. I stuffed that kurta price in the hands of that girl and said, it is for my sister, and don't pass up if you accept me as your sister too. I knew well to connect people emotionally as it's always being a plus side of mine. She was shocked, and tears filled her eyes. I think she never expected this. She said thank you, Akka (sister) and gave me a pretty smile. It was the true reward for my act. I was so happy about this.
Chaitra noticed my smile, and she started teasing me. "Have you gone mad for not getting that dress? As you are smiling for the first time for letting go of your favorite". True that, my new little sister taught me this. Sometimes giving is the true happiness.
Love is the only thing that matters most. When we stepped out, my dad asked me why you did not take it. My mom said she has enough of it, and you don't entertain her. I said, "I have many of these collections, Papa, and I am truly not sad this time, so let's move". My Papa said, but I want you to buy that. You look pretty, and though you have plenty, you don't have this pattern which your papa is gifting you with love that you preserve so well. True that, his gift was so valuable to me that years of his gifts are still like new. Most of my childhood days are spent with dad than mom as she had to deal with some health complications then.
I can still feel that motherly love that my Papa used to give it to me. So pure and priceless. Neither my mom stopped from staring me nor I stopped ignoring her. We entered the shop again and my new sister came towards me and asked, “Akka, you came to buy that dress? I said yes, pack that for me. She was happier than me. Such an innocent soul she was. I turned to check my mom, and she was standing opposite holding the sky blue kurta with red and white flower embroidery work. It was of a cold shoulder. She handed it over to me and said, "get it pack this too as it suits you so well that after seeing it, I could not resist myself from getting it to you". I could not control my laugh. Though, I made a serious face and said, "I don't want it, Mom, as per you, I have many". She then hit me on my head and started shouting at me, of course, I know you are your Papa's girl. So easily you accept his gifts, and when it comes to me, you remember everything that I said for your own good.
Just get it packed and come out, don't stammer my head too much. I said okay and patted her back. I love to annoy her and notice her selfless acts and the sweet possessiveness that she holds up for me. She is first my friend, then my mother. We have innumerable such cute fight stories.
Somehow, my day went so well. I made someone happy. I got two gifts from my Papa Mamma. I cannot describe how I was feeling that day. I was so happy. And I think that to garnish this moment of my life, it started raining. Without caring anyone's call, I started to walk in the rain. It was not so far as my mom pulled me to the side. I kept watching the rain, the smell of it was soothing my soul. Such a pleasant day of my life. That new sister was not tired of smiling at me passionately until I stood there. She had made my day, and my nature mother showered me with the happiness rain.
I looked at my new sister who was also standing outside as I was there, and I bid her a final bye and started walking towards the parking lot to retrace our steps to home.
I was superb excited to try on my new dress and hoped my new sister would be as excited as me.
© Vidya Rao
I was overjoyed as I love shopping and heaping up unique things, especially in attires.
I was in my jeans and a peplum top soon and set to move out.
We reached Sayyaji rao Road in 30 minutes. I love this place in Mysore for shopping, and nowise get tired no matter if I was to roam in all times.
Finally, we got into one shop which was on an exclusive sale.
I was delighted and gave an affectionate smile to my mom for her approval.She said, "No, you have plenty, and you wear none of them". When my face was in gloom, Papa said go and take whichever you want. Though I was Papa's girl, I never dared to ask him anything in definitive.
But, up to this day he has never failed to know me, and my little wants.
However, the primal priority was to be given to my little sister. We started searching for the gown. Though there were plenty of attires in that shop, she was attracted to the silk net gown of the opposite shop.
The beautiful lean doll like her was wearing it, and my sister decided she would buy only this. I think that ,seeing that doll, she got a perfect picture of that gown having on her. Everyone liked it. I moved out of that offer shop only when Mom made me certain that we would surely come and check here once.
My mom is an exceptional bargainer. Her few years of work in the clothing field have educated her well about things, and it's working. So no one can deny her price as that will be best quoted. Till this day I think only one or two times her bargain has come to no effect. And the upshot of this bargain was a success story. She steps back to bargain with small vendors, but she knows the worth of the things and never pays more than it. When my mom asked the gown price, the shopkeeper said 4000. I felt it was a bit high and told mom to ask in 2500 , 4000 is high. She said you would keep quiet. This is not much worth than 1500. What? Are you deep in your thoughts, I asked. I just walked out of the store and stood next to my dad who was waiting outside as he doesn't want to be with my mother when her bargain is going on.
I said, “Papa, Mamma is too much. How can she ask it for 1500, which is of 4000.
It is like trying to check the patience of a saint.
In no time, mom called me. I went to check it out. She said go and collect 1400 from your dad. He is ready to give it at that price. I was taken aback. Proud of my Mamma. But whenever she asks me to get clued up about these things, I knock back.
To be like her is beyond the bounds of possibilities for me.
Somehow, my sis got her gown. And we revisited the shop that was on sale.
One girl who was in her dark green kurta and her long curly hair, which was perfectly braided , approached us and greeted us with a smile. Bunch of innocence in her eyes and that smile was of million-dollar worth for sure. She was so friendly and asked me, Madam, why you left the shop, you were here and wanting many things. On her asking, I just came to know a few eyes were on me then, and I asked myself, was my longing so deep that it was visible as someone could notice it? My thought was disturbed again by that girl. I told her my sister's gown story. She said no matter, madam, this type of gown is not with us and took me to show the new stock.
My mom gave me a staring look and said no to my buying again. But my passion in collecting things was more boundless than her look, so I completely ignored her.
My little sister had a handful of collections. My dad insisted on buying one more from here. This was the moment in time to look for me too. I held her hands and began to search for both of us. When it comes to selection, I love my dad's choice as it is similar to mine. He pointed towards one lemon yellow half-sleeve gown which had a pale red flower print. It was so pretty, and I loved it. Unfortunately, it was not of my fit. I suggested my sister to grab it. But she and my mom denied it, and it happens often. My 1st younger sister, Ramya, makes a good choice too. She was busy in dealing with new college days, so she could not come with us, and in no doubt I missed her presence that day. I was surely taking that gown if it was in my size. I let go of it and turned on to move. I did not wish to buy any other thing. My mom shopped a few tops for Ramya and Chaitra was still busy in searching for the best.
Suddenly, someone pulled my hand, and when I turned to check who that was, it was the same sale's girl. Her smile was exactly the same, and it had not faded a bit. She said, come with me, I will show you the best. I followed her silently. There were series of dresses arranged in a hanger in sequence to the sizes. She pulled out from the last row, the last 3rd dress. It was wow. My dad, who was watching me, asked to grab this as he liked it too. It was white long flared Anarkali cotton kurta with sea blue print, and it had a beautiful chiffon white dupatta with mild blue prints. I was very sure to grab this. I looked at her and thanked her for showing this beautiful dress to me. She said, "It looks beautiful on you, and this was my favorite, so I had to hide this here as I can take it in my possible time".
I was held down. I said, then why are you insisting that I should buy this? No problem, I will look for something else and gave her a smile. She said no, madam. You are passionate about dresses, and for sure you take care of this in good. My job is to show our customer the best and make them happy. Sometimes I need to sell my happiness, and that makes me happy. So please take it. I felt bad for her.
I took that dress in hand, so no one should take it. I wanted to get her this dress at any cost. She deserves this for her goodness and innocence, I thought and how can I buy someone's happiness.
Then Chaitra ran towards me and wanted this dress as she liked it too. As I described her, in the beginning, it was very tough to get her fit. I told her this was not of her size whilst another sales person heard us and said it was available in all sizes as new stock has come. I was so happy on hearing this.
My dad said you both take this, but I wanted to get it for that girl too. I had enough pocket money, so at least I wanted to give her money in secret, so she can buy her this little happiness. I turned towards her and asked her size. Though she needed size M , I wanted to confirm it. She well read my mind and understood that I was getting her one, and she said a firm No. We cannot buy like this, madam, the owner keeps a watch on us, and it affects my work, she said. I said that's okay, I will pay you, and you can grab this later.She said no. When this was going, my mom came to me and said, no, you are not buying this as you already have two white kurtas, she said. I replied okay without having an argument. At that time, for me to get a little happiness for that girl was important. So I kept that kurta down. I stuffed that kurta price in the hands of that girl and said, it is for my sister, and don't pass up if you accept me as your sister too. I knew well to connect people emotionally as it's always being a plus side of mine. She was shocked, and tears filled her eyes. I think she never expected this. She said thank you, Akka (sister) and gave me a pretty smile. It was the true reward for my act. I was so happy about this.
Chaitra noticed my smile, and she started teasing me. "Have you gone mad for not getting that dress? As you are smiling for the first time for letting go of your favorite". True that, my new little sister taught me this. Sometimes giving is the true happiness.
Love is the only thing that matters most. When we stepped out, my dad asked me why you did not take it. My mom said she has enough of it, and you don't entertain her. I said, "I have many of these collections, Papa, and I am truly not sad this time, so let's move". My Papa said, but I want you to buy that. You look pretty, and though you have plenty, you don't have this pattern which your papa is gifting you with love that you preserve so well. True that, his gift was so valuable to me that years of his gifts are still like new. Most of my childhood days are spent with dad than mom as she had to deal with some health complications then.
I can still feel that motherly love that my Papa used to give it to me. So pure and priceless. Neither my mom stopped from staring me nor I stopped ignoring her. We entered the shop again and my new sister came towards me and asked, “Akka, you came to buy that dress? I said yes, pack that for me. She was happier than me. Such an innocent soul she was. I turned to check my mom, and she was standing opposite holding the sky blue kurta with red and white flower embroidery work. It was of a cold shoulder. She handed it over to me and said, "get it pack this too as it suits you so well that after seeing it, I could not resist myself from getting it to you". I could not control my laugh. Though, I made a serious face and said, "I don't want it, Mom, as per you, I have many". She then hit me on my head and started shouting at me, of course, I know you are your Papa's girl. So easily you accept his gifts, and when it comes to me, you remember everything that I said for your own good.
Just get it packed and come out, don't stammer my head too much. I said okay and patted her back. I love to annoy her and notice her selfless acts and the sweet possessiveness that she holds up for me. She is first my friend, then my mother. We have innumerable such cute fight stories.
Somehow, my day went so well. I made someone happy. I got two gifts from my Papa Mamma. I cannot describe how I was feeling that day. I was so happy. And I think that to garnish this moment of my life, it started raining. Without caring anyone's call, I started to walk in the rain. It was not so far as my mom pulled me to the side. I kept watching the rain, the smell of it was soothing my soul. Such a pleasant day of my life. That new sister was not tired of smiling at me passionately until I stood there. She had made my day, and my nature mother showered me with the happiness rain.
I looked at my new sister who was also standing outside as I was there, and I bid her a final bye and started walking towards the parking lot to retrace our steps to home.
I was superb excited to try on my new dress and hoped my new sister would be as excited as me.
© Vidya Rao
