The tailor master Fakku mian’s shop was just opposite to our house.
We were separated by playgrounds, on both side and Highway in between.
I remember watching him stitching clothes since I was four years old.
It was interesting watching him running the sewing machine so fast. Everyone addressed him as tailor master.
My mother used to send me with material to stitch frocks, pajamas or whatever with full instructions. He would follow them exactly except when it came to us three sisters’ frocks. Frills from neck to waist, well not exactly down to waist, and covering knees.
No argument there. Mother used to alter them according to her taste, to please us, which was not much different from him.
It was same till I started stitching my clothes myself but still under mother’s strict observation.
No tight fitting or above knee dresses were allowed. Anyway…
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Maiiiiiii Thanks. Love you. For coming back. We missed you terribly.
❤❤❤💖💖💝💗
I can’t believe it, our Soma is back. I have just completed ten handstands in celebration, cycled ten kilometres and stomped on an ant bed to get their attention so I could share the news with them. I remember the Darzi sitting on our front veranda in Pune stitching up a storm for us and our neighbours.
😁😁😁 Thanks Ian this is me trying to come back..not doing a good job I can see..oh it’s tough.. Hugs 💖
Oh do take the time to give us some more of your inspired creations. I used to look forward to those. Very clever, very funny. Your blogs are the best.
Thanks for sharing this beautiful story and glad to see your blog active. It’s your USP that stands out through the drawing.
It’s just a reblog Vishal will whip us something crazy soon
A beautiful story of love for humankind – and needs repeating. Thank you for sharing.
All good wishes,
Eric
P/s I also posted a similar comment on your mother’s blog post.
So true Eric more power to 💝 & unity