‘The dress spoke for her’
She had no need to tell the world her intention – the dress spoke for her. She ascended to the stage.
It told the world:
‘I will no longer be caged, I will be free, like the long flowing tresses of this gown. Watch, as they glide across the floor like a stream. Follow me into the water. I want you to see every sequin, every bead that has been dropped into the river, see it sink into the fabric, that gorgeous lace. Look, there is my grandmother and grandfather in Hyderabad. Touch this fabric they are selling to the tailor. He is the one who will build my dress. He is the one we have chosen from the recommendations of Bilu Aunty and the match-maker on our road.
I will no longer be caged, I will be free, like the long flowing tresses of this gown. Watch, as the drapes fold across one another like a stream. How many women have lived before me in this dress – how many will live after me? I want you to see those women. I want you to imagine their hands on my dress. Look, as they trace every curve and bend of my waterbody, marking each new location with a pin.’
‘Ow! That hurts Mr. Khar. Do you really have to put a new pin in every time? Can’t you just stitch it up while I’m standing?’
‘That won’t work, madam. Just stay still.’
‘But, she did not. The water fell out of the river. The heavens opened and flooded, reams of tears have adnorned this dress. Watch as they sink onto the fabric, that gorgeous lace, that beautiful face, that beautiful
Dress of mine.’