π you dad!
June 2017
Off to FabIndia,
my parents wanted to buy me some clothes for my grand interview on the arriving
Saturday, though it was a special day for my day. Certainly, it was father’s
day and we had planned on having lunch outside.
The shop smelt of light
perfume which my mind registered as I didn’t recognise it. There were customers
and staff who crowded the hallways. People tried on new clothes, some munched
on the free trials of pita bread and different dips (the cheesy ones being my
favourite), some tested the body lotions, face masks and perfumes and the
others shopped. Looking around the building, my mom settled with a white silk chudidhar with a light pink patiyala (I think that’s what it’s
called…) and a duppata of the same
colour. She also chose a green top and a blue long skirt which too was made of
silk; a simple but elegant ensemble.
A man greeted as
we entered and another gave us directions inside the furniture filled store.
Soft sofas, comfortable chairs, tall tables and radiant tablecloths in
different shades of red filled the sight which was absolutely spick and span.
My parents looked around the furniture store which was none others than
FabFurniture where they looked at the furniture for my new house. On a humongous
bean bag I sat, reading a book on my kindle (as always).
Themed up with some Chinese paintings and
hangings, China Pearl was a restaurant with irresistible food. Hot, were the
shaolin sticks scarfed down. It wasn’t long before we were feasting on the
autumn rice, coloured like the beauty of the fallen leaves during autumn. We left
burping with satisfaction.
My dad un hooked
the pen from his shirt. On the pen was his name and had been wrapped before. A
Submarine pen I had gifted him, personalised with his name. I had discovered Vistaprint,
a website, about a month ago, from which I had ordered him a pen. For weeks had
I waited to give him and had done so the morning. I spent time with him on that
day and wished him a fantabulous year ahead.
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