Renu, was feeling extremely pleased. After all, she had done so much work in a single day.Coming from Vasai to Goregaon in an early morning train to collect the three new sarees from Motilal Nagar, then going to the Topiwala Market. There, at her regular tailoring shop, she got the blouse pieces cut from the sarees. She had the old measurements of her sister-in-law and mother-in-law and asked the tailor to stitch the blouses with the same. While waiting, she called the two ladies at home to check if they wanted any special design for their blouses but they both seemed happy with the standard cut and look. Renu, being younger and a lot more fashion conscious, looked through the magazines at the tailoring shop before zooming on a new design for her blouse. She was excited that the tailor agreed to make her the latest Kareena style designer blouse.
Leaving the cut pieces with the tailor, she put
the three bright sarees in a big carry bag and moved on to her next mission…
shopping! She went to the City Mall nearby and straight to the Shopper’s Arcade
where she picked up two fancy salwar kameez and a gorgeous black saree with a
lot of glitter on it. She always wanted one such saree for the special occasions.
By the time she wrapped up her shopping, it was almost 2 pm and it was time to
head back home for trains going to Vasai and Virar post 3pm would inevitably get
very crowded and with two big bags of new clothes in her hands, she did not
want to risk it. She took a shared autorickshaw and reached the Goregaon
station, and when her train arrived, she was pleasantly surprised that the
second-class ladies compartment looked almost empty. She jumped into the
compartment and went straight to the window seat and sat down. She then stood
up once to put the two bags in the luggage counter above, switched on the fan
and once again took her seat. A couple of old ladies joined her in her
enclosure from the next stations and by the time the train reached Borivali,
all the seats were taken. While the other passengers were talking to each
other, Renu pulled out her ear plugs from her purse and started watching a
movie on her mobile. She had never had the luxury of sitting and travelling in
the local trains, and as the cool breeze from the window kissed her face, she
closed her eyes and dozed off. When the train reached Vasai, one of the
passengers gave Renu a gentle shove to wake her up. She got up and put her hand
up to bring down a bag and then got off the train in a hurry just in time
before the train moved on.
Renu was excited and wanted to reach home
quickly to show the things she was carrying. She decided to give herself a
treat by taking an autorickshaw to reach home instead of the usual twenty
minutes of brisk walking. Just as she stepped out of the station to stand in
the queue for the auto, she realized that she had only one packet in her hand
instead of two. She opened up the packet to find the two salwar kameez sets
neatly kept in two cardboard boxes. Oh my
god, the bag with the four sarees… I left it in the train… how could I make
such a blunder? She turned around and saw that the train had left and the last
of the passengers who had got off were leaving the station too. She walked back
to the platform and sat down on the empty steel bench, holding tightly to the
one bag left in her hand and the other on her forehead, hiding away the eyes
that were tearing.
How could I be so
careless? What will Anju didi say? She will feel so terribly sad as the three expensive sarees were gifted
by Anju’s father for his daughter, her sister-in-law and the mother-in-law,
meant to be worn on the occasion of his son’s wedding planned for May in their
native village. She put her head up, hoping to see some Good Samaritan bringing
back the lost packet. She looked to the right, she looked to the left, but
alas, there was none. She needed to speak her heart out to someone and took out
her phone and called Bhavesh, her husband. She narrated the whole incident as
it happened and the eyes went wet again, her voice choked as she completed her
tale. She then nodded her head and kept the phone down.
Bhavesh was at that time working at Bandra
Kurla Complex at the Diamond Bourse as a cleaner in one of the offices. He
spoke to his manager and asked for a half a day off and then called his mother
who was working as a housemaid at a house in Goregaon.
Aayi, something bad
has happened. Renu has misplaced the bag with the sarees in the train… he went on to explain the incident
as was narrated to him.
Smita, the calm mother asked Bhavesh to add the
daughter-in-law to the call…. Renu, don’t
cry. Go home now and tell Anju about the loss, as it happened. You know her,
she loves you like a sister and will understand. I will ask Bhavesh’s father to
buy us new sarees that we will wear for the wedding. Yes, the three blouses
that you have given for stitching will go waste, but it is ok. Mistakes happen
and can happen to anyone.
No, Aayi, I cannot
face Anju didi. She will be devastated… no, I just cannot do it!
Ok then, let us do one
thing. These sarees were bought recently from Anju’s maternal uncle’s shop at
Girgaum. I know the shop there. Let us go there right now and see if we can get
identical sarees. If we cannot, then we will buy three that are almost look
alike. On our way back, we will give the tailor another three new blouses to
stitch. That should take care of the problem for now. We will also have to tell
Anju’s uncle not to speak about the new purchase to anyone.
But Aayi, these were
expensive sarees with heavy zari.
Don’t worry Renu. I
have kept all the money that I get in my account from the Ladki Bahin scheme
separately for some unforeseen emergency and this is a real crisis for us. I
will go to the post office now and take out the money. You take a fast local
now- for Churchgate, I will board it from Goregaon and Bhavesh can also reach
Marine Lines station around the same time. We will then go to the shop together
and hope for the best.
The other two on the phone agreed that this was
the best option for now and the trio started moving from the three locations
towards the heart of the city. As planned, the trio met at Marine Lines station
and went to the saree shop where they were greeted by Anju’s uncle who was
surprised to see them. Smita took the lead, as the senior member, to explain to
the uncle about the loss of sarees and what they had in mind and how with his
help, happiness will reign at their Vasai home once again.
We get sarees from the
manufacturers in lots but mostly each one of them is unique. Rarely will we
ever keep two identical sarees at one time in the shop. The best we can do is
to select three sarees which resemble the ones lost. For that I will need to see
the pictures of the lost sarees.
Yes, I have the photos
of the sarees on my mobile. I will share them with you now, said Renu.
Ok, that is good of
you youngsters that you take pictures of almost anything and everything. At
least now you can say the pictures do have some utility….and the man started pulling down
sarees from the shelves and compared them with the photos. He even shared the photos
with his other employees who were free, as afternoons were relatively less
busy. All in the shop almost ransacked the counters and the store behind. It
appeared as if some thief would have entered to carry out a heist. Sadly, no
match was found… none at all!
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The Search |
The Uncle said, Smita Didi, now that I have the pictures, I will speak to the place
from where we had sourced these sarees. I am sure, they will arrange to send us
similar sarees in the next two weeks. Since the wedding is still a month away,
you will still have enough time to get everything ready as per schedule. I
promise not to speak to Anju or anyone in her family or village about the lost
goods. And one last thing, you take such good care of my niece, you will not
have to pay for the same. Let the new ones be gifts from me.
Thank you, Bhau. You
have saved us so much trouble…said Smita and the three left for home.
With the oath of secrecy weighing heavily on
all three, it was late evening by the time they reached home. Smita, got busy
with the cooking, with Anju helping her. Renu went to her room and lay down
complaining of intense headache. She just came out to have dinner but she only
ate a few morsels and then went back to her room. She did not utter a single
word and did not look eye to eye with Anju even for a single moment. Next
morning, she remained in the room and did not go to work. Everyone in the house
knew that she was not feeling well. When all others had left for work, Anju,
went to Renu’s room and spoke…
What happened sister?
Last night, I heard you cry from my room. Do not keep anything from me. Did
Bhavesh hurt you or speak to you badly? You are my younger sister and you
should speak freely with me.
Hearing this Renu sat up and threw herself into
Anju’s arms and broke down. Renu cried incessantly while Anju kept consoling
her… Arrey behen, kya hua?
I am sorry Renu didi.
I have foolishly lost all the new sarees your father gave us. It happened
yesterday in the train… and she sobbingly narrated the whole episode.
Anju pulled Renu close to her and kissed her
forehead and said… It is ok. Mistakes
happen. All we have lost are some sarees. Much worse can happen on trains. We can
always buy new ones. You did not lose them on purpose, you too lost your own
special saree as well which was in the same bag. We will go tomorrow to buy new
ones. For this small thing, you were so upset… you thought this Didi of yours
will get angry and accuse you of bad things… never ever think like that.
Renu smiled as tears kept rolling down her
cheeks and hugged Anju tightly… Oh Didi,
thank you so much. I am sorry not just for losing the things but thinking
wrongly about how you would react.
Anju kissed her again and the two sisters-in-law
began setting the house in order and cooking the afternoon meal together.
Next morning, Renu left for work and on her way
back home, in the crowded compartment, she heard a woman speaking about having
found a bag a couple of days ago. Renu reached out to her and said, I lost a bag with four new sarees two days
ago.
You are lying… said the elderly
woman. My bag contained old sarees and clothes and
not new ones. If you really lost the sarees, tell me what were their colours?
Renu, went to her photo gallery on her phone
and showed her the pictures. She did not have a photo of the black sari she had
bought for herself and so described it vividly to the lady.
The other woman started laughing… You are lucky. I found the bag kept on the
luggage counter before getting off at Virar station. Since no one was picking
it up, I initially wondered if it was hiding a bomb or something but then brought
it down and found it contained four beautiful and expensive sarees. I was
planning to hand it over to the Railway Police tomorrow if no one were to claim
them. Good that we met today. The bag is in my house. Take down my address and
phone number. Come and take the bag in the evening.
Renu, despite the crowd around, bent down and
touched the old lady’s feet and with folded hands thanked her profusely. She
got off the train at Virar and, along with Bhavesh, took an autorickshaw to the
place where the lady had asked them to reach. They took the bag, looked inside
and were overjoyed. They handed the old lady a packet containing sweets and
chocolate for her family. They returned home and happiness prevailed in their
humble abode. The three ladies in the family did an impromptu dance with the
men clapping their hands while giving the beat.
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The Lifeline |
Trains…the Mumbai locals… are what keep this
city going. While there is a lot of crowd, dirt, fights and foul language on
board, there is also a pot full of goodness lying within its core. Sometimes I wonder
whether these railway tracks, quite like the meandering holy rivers of India, along
which people build their homes and lives, creating a never-ending mound of
dinge and squalor all around, continue to serve as the lifeline- taking the
people to their destinations and homes every day, connecting the city with the
ever-expanding suburbs. Only on days when heaven opens up its floodgates and the
rains come down relentlessly for days that the world stops for the people in
this Mahanagar. It happens only once or twice a year during the monsoons when
these tracks get submerged. On all other days, the journey seeking
the Amrit Kumbh goes on. In Mumbai people do not have to wait for twelve years
or a hundred and forty-four years… it happens every five minutes for them.
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