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Tailors have something against me.

Ever since I was old enough to want to wear a particular look, I have been unable to wear it. That. The look that I wanted.

I'm not of very large dimensions, & the embroidered or embellished part of a dress material can make both front & back of my dress. But no.

Maybe it's against the code of Tailors to to make the backside of a dress from the cloth meant for the front!

Then there have been those who made me tops with quarter sleeves instead of three quarter & vice versa. The longer ones can be reduced, but the shorter? When I asked them to retrieve the rest of the cloth, the reply is 'thrown them' Surely you haven't thrown it out of the Universe as we know it? Get it from where You've thrown! 'thrown them'.

I bought a black stripes for a formal collared shirt, & left it with the Tailor! Sure, it came back, correct size too ... & guess what ? The stripes horizontal !!!

It won't even occur to me ...

Ladies' tailors can't cut collars, gentlemen's tailors never made a coat for 'a ladies'. Once a tailor returned me a dress with no buttons, hook, or zip! Like a polypack! How I was supposed to shrink myself into it, or wish it upon me, I did not venture to try it on. He very kindly put in a concealed fastening upon being pointed out.

Since tailors never return the surplus, & since there's often enough surplus for an entire dress for a slim girl, I decided to divide the cloth into two before placing it for tailoring.

My sister thought that I had made good mincemeat of the materials.

But I was yet to see more. Of the ways of the world! We put our pieces with different tailors. Her's returned it, though bit late, a satisfactory dress. She said 'she's managed even with your keemaa'. Mine. She cut the cloth. Front & back. & lost one of the pieces. She's still looking for it...

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Why does anyone write? Mostly, because they cannot help it ... Speaking requires an audience. Writing does not require a readership. When I started this blog, I was new at my job, just about to get married, highly confused about what to do with life, highly dissatisfied with myself, & devoid of any "responsibilites" as they say in Indian Middle Class. Oh yes! Also, I used to imagine the populace to be divided into 3 equal thirds, economically, & the middle third was the middle class. I was a "Young adult". Now I am a middle-aged auntie. & I have found out that the lower 90% is the lower class, the top 1% is the upper class, & I am the 9%.

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