1. Bare jeans suck. Unequivocally. Their bad fit is unparalleled. I have seen no worse in my short jeans experience.
2. I had horrible momos the like of which I haven’t had in a while. Probably a close parallel would be momo in a hari of shinni, as a friend of Madhura and Dibbo saw in a dream.
3. I was sitting outside a shop beside Chungwa today, shortly after the ore baba, live music session had ended. Singers and their patrons spilled out. I sat for a very long time, nursing my tea and a Gopalji cake, bland and very soothing. No one noticed me. The singers, besequinned in shiny clothes, synthetic sarees, loudly flirted with their customers over tea and muri aloor chop. It felt good that no one considered me a presence. I have wanted that for a long time. To melt in a crowd.
There was a man among them. In his 50s, thin, balding, cheap slippers, ironed shirt and trousers who wore a watch on his right hand. He had a thin leather bag on his shoulder. He was distributing 100 rupee notes to the singers. He tried to touch the women. I am wondering, does he spend a great deal of the money he earns on this? Perhaps it’s a small pleasure in an otherwise nondescript life. I suppose one would dislike him, his lechery, his habit of giving out money. But it’s not what I feel. It feels ok.
And can I write about the clothes they wore? I can’t get over it. Or can’t have enough of it. The horribly uncomfortable-looking synthetic sarees worn in the think of summer, with choomki of the sort you used in your craftwork at school, the bangles, the lipstick. Have you liked things on others that were completely alien to you? Their laughter, toothy smiles, the chatter….. eh, the moment has passed.
4. I like solid colours, not fading ones. I almost bought a black three quarter trouser in cord that I didn’t like. I had set my sights on the sale for so long that I couldn’t bear to leave without a bargain, and the jeans, as we now know, were all from Bare, which is and always will be an unequivocally horrible brand for jeans.
1 comment:
the think of summer. issh egulo amar kachhe ki irresistible.
p.s.
the lejur rant.
not that i have summer in these parts. ooof you should see the british attempt at summer. roj 14 degrees centigrade.
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