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| photo courtesy Nisha Jajal |
As she waited for her husband Ramchandra to come home, Ammini washed the vessels that had been used to make tea and went to check which outfit she would wear that evening.
She was wearing the 'housecoat' or 'nightie' that most urban, Indian housewives spend their days in. The hot, humid climate doesn't allow for comfort in most other clothes. And being busy in the house the whole day meant that sweating was the most natural result.
She went to look at the 20 odd sarees hanging in the cupboard. The whole family's outerwear clothes were in that one steel cupboard. The home clothes were kept in another cupboard. She recently had the luxury of being able to afford sending her sarees to be ironed.
These were all the sarees she owned. She saw among them her wedding saree which was golden in colour, but whoever wore that for a regular evening? She picked out one of her simple sarees and started getting ready.
As she stood in front of the mirror, she looked at herself just for an instant. Her children were grown up. She had now started to look really old. She didn't let the thought linger. She draped her saree in a couple of minutes and combed her thinning silver strands into a ponytail.
She looked in the mirror again and placed a 'pottu' or red dot sticker on her forehead. Now she was ready. Ramchandra entered the house just as Lekha, her youngest, opened the door to go down to play. He smiled at them and she smiled back.
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