Tuesday, February 4, 2014

A pocketful of…

When I was a young girl, most of my clothes were tailored at home by my mother and an enthusiastic set of aunts. If one aunt got me fancy fabric, the other aunt offered to embroider it, the third one offered to paint it and my mother presided over all, to finally decide what it would look like.

Almost plotting and planning over it like it was the project of the year, I’d be kept at arm’s length and called in only for some measurements off and on. It was exciting. But I was never part of it, till a loosely stitched garment was gingerly slipped over my head for a trial.

However once in a way, I was consulted. And asked what I would like in my next new dress. I have no idea why I was not vain like other little girls (Ok, ok... go ahead and say it, I was always ‘different’). But all I wanted in my next new dress was pockets!!! Not lace, not frills, not flowers. Nothing fancy, just pockets. One or two or more.

Pockets held for me a lovely charm. You could carry virtually anything in your pocket. Two of my all-time favourite toys – a white kitten and a teddy bear were pocket-sized. (Okay, you needed large pockets but so what.) You could carry loose change in pockets. Pencils. Erasers. Sometimes a crumpled piece of paper. Movie tickets. Train tickets. Bus tickets. Sometimes, someone else’s bus ticket with the lucky number 9 at the end. Pockets were your friends. The kind of friends that kept and almost treasured your secrets.

Coming back to my dress. One with pockets. Since this was the nth time I’d told my mother this, she relented. But with a wicked sense of humour (remember, she was MY mother), she made me a dress with a lot of pockets! Not one. Not two. But sixteen!

What joy! I was ecstatic. Over the moon. It was almost magical. All possible colours. Checked and floral and dotted patches on my one dress.  Front and back. Sides. I went on counting my pockets and discovered unadulterated joy.

With 16 pockets you could discover a whole new world! You put your hand in one pocket and out came a used eraser with your initial on it. The one you were saving lest your letter get erased away! That little red pencil. The piece of green chalk. Sometimes a forgotten sweet. Sticky but still a sweet. Sometimes simply a sweet wrapper that you had painstakingly fashioned into a doll. (Remember those?!) All those pockets. All that little tidbits of joy. A small little sunshiny part of my childhood.

Cut back to reality. Cut back to the present.

Of late with the ups and downs of circumstances, I’ve been thinking of my dress with those pockets. And while there has been one challenge after another, I’ve found time to spend wonderful moments with friends and family. Found time for sunshine and laughter. Jokes and the lighter side. Found time to dig into a  pocketful of smiles.

A friend’s surprise birthday getaway. An evening that reunited me with ‘my boys’ in the agency. An enthralling musical interlude in an amphitheatre. A quiet dinner with a visiting friend. An afternoon shopping and chatting with another. An evening out with my daughter. Another old buddies’ reunion.

Little pockets of joy. Little pockets of sunshine. Little smiles that light up my life. And then I think, this is what life’s about, isn’t it? A dress with sixteen pockets.

So where’s your pocket of sunshine? Have you found it today?


10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Lovely. Relly nice. Thinking of you and your mum when I read this. Lalitha

Nishant said...

Pocketed the knowledge :-)

Crafty Shines said...

V, this is a blog post I'd like to read every day.

The joy of 16 pockets... I think I felt it too! And yes, dolls made out of eclair wrappers were a prized possession.

A forgotten coin (or even a note, OMG!) was the ultimate lucky find ever :)

Hope you always have your pockets. And may they have these little delights that make the big picture beautiful.

I think my 'pocket', of late, is a gifted vintage canister filled with Hershey's Dark Chocolate.

Now that I'm reminded, am off to sink my hand in and gobble some! :D

Loved this post, V!


Devendra Maharshi said...

Superb :-)

Ypsilon said...

Lalitha!
Thanks for your comment! I'm sure you related to the parts about my Mum :-). I do miss her.


Ypsilon said...

@Nishant

Do keep looking into those pockets from time to time. Thanks ;-)

Ypsilon said...

@crafty shines!

I'm so glad you related to all those things in my pockets! And as the for the Hershey's ... I am going to pick your pocket!
;-)

Ypsilon said...

Thanks Dev!

Sunil Munsif said...

Lovely post! Now here is a challenge: Do you have any pictures of that dress with sixteen pockets? :-)

Ypsilon said...

Hi Sunil! Thanks for your comment! And sadly no.,, I don't have that dress anymore though I'd love to still get one now!