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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