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The Crafted Gift
The Crafted Gift
(The saree is one of the favorite dresses Indian women wear)
Rita was counting the wedding gifts she had received last night. All the guests had by then left. Only Reshmi remained with her to help her assess the quality and quantity of the presents. Sarees were aplenty and alluring and the new bride began to select the sarees which attracted her the most. She stumbled upon one saree gifted by one of the closest friends, which was gorgeous enough to cause her ecstasy and she soon showed the gift to Reshmi for her opinion and waited for her response eagerly. The expert lady was busy looking through the wide array of gifts, sifting out from the pile anything that looked interesting.
Reshmi was a very serious connoisseur and was always available for such quality assessment program. The only compensation she would demand was not any gift but tasty tea and snacks in exchange of her valuable time she had to spend choosing the best item. With such a rare ingrained talent she would be invited by a host of relatives and friends on various occasions, purchase of sarees and jeweleries included. Her presence would always bring relief to the women hard pressed to choose the best item but it would raise eyebrows of the shop owners and guests. But she cared a fig for she knew full well that there were no dearth of born skeptics
Looking gorgeous clad in a saree
Connoisseur judging the quality of gifts
Looking at the saree closely Reshmi was also very excited. She wondered at its enviable design, colour and border which appeared to be just matching the newly wed. “It appears that this saree has been made only for you”-Reshmi commented gleefully. In fact she had not seen such a beautifully designed saree for a long time. She was safely ensconced in her sofa satisfied finding the best gift after a long patient search. Reshmi was offered tea and snacks with a repeated request to take them to her fill as she had not touched anything after the gala wedding dinner. Gulping down the items Reshmi handed over the saree to its owner and prepared to take leave of her as she would soon rush to a distant market to accompany a friend on a shopping spree. She was about to leave the house when she could realize having left behind her mobile phone. She returned quickly to collect the essential companion. “ Wait a jiffy. I am bringing your mobile”- Rita assured her. Reshmi sat down again and had a last glance at the best gift showing an almost indistinct scrawl near the corner of a border, which she could distinguish at long last using a magnifying glass. It betrayed the marking of a laundry.
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