At times lady luck seems to dump you…things may go from bad to worse. Such situations where you can merely wait and see events take their own course before you rise helplessly. Our office is unlike other workplaces. A bundle of files ranging from brochures, pamphlets, prospectuses to other innumerable advertisements await you on our desk every morning adding to our daily woes. (Sorry! for my recklessness! After all, our work is worship not a woe!). The clock strikes 9 and the work start in full flow. The constant ringing of the phone is enough to drive one barmy. Somehow the very second of the morning sun seemed somewhat inauspicious and sultry that day.Having done with the office work, me and Aileen slumped into our chairs and heaved a sigh of relief! We glanced at the huge clock of our office and lo! It was the time to scoot as the clock displayed 5 past 6 O’clock! We immediately started packing our bags. No wonder by this time we have developed a mild headache as we had a very frantic day and the heat too was intense with added humidity. So we thought of going to the refreshment center nearby. As the clock struck 6, we bade goodbye to our colleagues and marched towards the refreshment center. Amidst our conversation at the refreshment center, I suddenly asked Aileen about the apparels given for tailoring.I asked “What about the apparels Aileen” ??? You obviously forgot that they were due today.To my surprise Aileen forgot completely about the apparels.She replied softly – “Sorry dear! Shall we go then?”In affirmativeness, we both trotted towards the bus stop. At the bus stop something captivated us. In their richly, sweeter form were they…Yes! The ‘Totapari’ variant of mangoes. The sweet aroma enthralled the area and I bet nobody could ever withstand the temptation the sight offered. The very next moment we both exchanged glee and marched super speed towards the stall. We involuntarily drained our purses and got ourselves few delicious slices of the mango...But before we could gorge on the mangoes pieces into our mouths our bus has arrived. We were lucky enough to get seat during that rush hour. Sitting against the window enjoyed the gentle breeze. Meanwhile Aileen opened her bag and took out the mangoes and both of us gorged up the pieces in our mouth unaware of the surroundings. Disaster struck as Aileen took her first bite. A small piece of mango annoyed her jaw. No matter how hard she tried it refused to budge...As Aileen was struggling to get rid of piece I was lost in retrospection. Our stop arrived; Aileen was still engrossed in her new found unwanted task I had to nudge her to get down when our stop arrived.We got down and headed towards the shop. As we entered the shop the tailor was busy measuring a piece of cloth. We greeted him and asked if our outfits are ready. He replied in assenting and disappeared into a small room to get our stuff. By this time Aileen managed to find a seat on a bundle of clothes placed in the corner of the tailor’s shop and once again got busy in her job...This time she was struggling with a toothpick which she luckily found in her bag. Finally, the tailor appeared with our newly stitched attire. For a moment our faces gleamed at the sight of our new dresses. But Alas! It was short-lived…for when I unfolded my new dress to my utter displeasure and dismay the design was totally topsy-turvy. I lost my nerves and gazed at the tailor in horror meanwhile Aileen jumped from her place and started unfurling her dress. Her dress too had not been spared either. The tailor had made a total mess of our dresses. Aileen glanced at my frowning face and suddenly burst ed into laugh. I was taken aback and was bit amazed at her behavior. Here I stand frowning and cursing the tailor for having spoilt our expensive stuff there she was rolling into laughter. In the heated situation, I couldn’t place this reaction of hers and responded by a peal of laughter too. Amidst this Aileen cooled down a bit and started comforting me saying that the damage had already been done and there was nothing we could do about that. I was touched by her behavior because though both of us had suffered but I couldn’t stop feeling pity for poor Aileen. ‘Poor Aileen!’ Her’s was an expensive dress both in terms of price and emotional attachment as it was gifted by her mother on her birthday. Still she took the matter in a humorous way though there was some hidden pathos inside her which reflected on her face. I guess that when one is deep down in tragedy, it is best to put on a brave face and tackle it. (Though we always projected smiling faces!) Finally, after offering the tailor a peace of mind we headed towards home.
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Rubeena