It had not taken long for the strong-willed Geeta to burrow her way into our hearts. As it was, the gateways to our hearts were so wide-ope...
It had not taken long for the strong-willed Geeta to burrow her way into our hearts. As it was, the gateways to our hearts were so wide-open back then that anyone could just about set foot inside and take over. White satin cloth had been purchased on Eid to make new clothes. Geeta had come and promptly taken the roll of cloth away, informing us that she would make the new garments for us since she had a good hand at stitching, etc.
Thus had begun her visits, twice daily, to take measurements with a giant tape. She had taken thirteen days to deliver the garments instead of the promised three; we received them on Eid morning. When I had put mine on, I had found to my dismay that not only was the bust of the robe so tight that it was threatening to split at the seams, the length too was such that it resembled the diaphanous robes they wore in the Pir’s house. Never had I seen such an odd garment and I remember the incident firmly spoiling my Eid.
On the morning of Eid she had come to the house and made me put my new dress on. Clapping...
