A LITTLE BIT OF INDIA

I woke up today, full of patriotic fervor. Pursuant to that, I decided to go to work in a salwar kameez. Proof of my insanity, if anyone needed any proof in the first place!! I chose one of my favorites, a filmy, floaty eggplant colored dress. This was one of those few dresses that my friendly neighborhood tailor had stitched according to my specifications and not his interpretations of how it should look.

I added high heels to the outfit, and I was ready.. to show my patriotism to the world. As I walked to the bus stop near my apartment, things began to happen. I lost all feeling in my toes and fingertips in like 10 seconds. My fingertips, because it was a pretty cold San Diego morning and my toes because of the high heels. The things we poor women have to suffer through in the name of fashion.

I swept past people sitting at the bus stop and stood in my usual spot. Was that shock I saw on that pimply faced youth’s face? I gave him a challenging stare and he hurriedly stuck his head back in the book he was pretending to read.

Getting into the bus, I walked quickly to the back of the bus to make myself as inconspicuous as possible. No go. I remember every single person in the bus looking at me which was pretty weird because Americans truly follow the principle that it was rude to stare. Now this was getting a bit uncomfortable. Finally it was my stop and just as I made to get up and out of the bus post haste I heard a rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiip. Oh no, what was that now??? I turned around and looked and thank god it was my lunch bag ripping. I would have died if that ripping had anything to do with my dress.

I walked to the door to the office after all these adventures and I see my colleague standing next to the door gesturing wildly. I was wondering, "God, now what has gone wrong?" When I got close enough, I could hear her exclaiming, “That is such a pretty dress, and you look like a model.” And that was that.