Bengal Silk Sari

Tring....

Went my phone…

An unrecognised number…

Hmm… True caller is not working…

I pick it up…

“Radha madam?”, said the male voice on the other end.

“No. Anuradha here.”

“ I got your number from Mrs. —- —-. “

The voice continued,”You know her, right?”

That was a name from the past…a brief acquaintance. 

I said as much. The lack of thrill in my tone must have put him in a dilemma & he decided to come straight to the point,”I am from Dhaka, Bangladesh. I sell sari and she gave me your contact as she thought you are a sari  aficionado. Yesterday, she and her friends bought a lot of sari from me.  I have a huge collection.”

He had switched to Hindi in between the monologue.

And I said,”मुझे नहीं चाहिए।

He was a business man from afar, “एक बार देख लीजिए। I have Bengal silk, Cotton & mulmul. Soft and beautiful sari, madam.”

😐

I ended the conversation with a firm No & thank you.

It is true that I do not want any more saris but most importantly, I am an Indian. Proud Indian. I would rather give business to my country people than foreigners. #makeinindia #wearindian

It was then that I remembered this sari.

I had bought it in #calcutta years ago when I had gone to attend my brother’s graduation from #iim .

Bengal silk.

Bright yellow with black thread work.

Harish does not particularly like it. And his face this morning said so amply! At the temple, I first greeted at the gate by a compliment and later got teased by others linking me  to certain political parties!!

Ahem.

Whatever.😅😃