Saree: nude georgette with dull gold embroidery, Choli: Black sequins, not my original choice but was close to the mood today.
Story: "I wrote a letter to my father on the way I dropped it, the postman came and picked it up and put it in his pocket.. pocket.. pocket..." ok now.. how many of you sang the song along with me with the elongated tune gor pockettttt pooocccket??? Did you also feel like getting up from your circle spot to go catch and "out" the other person with hanky??? Yeee! Hi-five! Glad you remembered!!
It's Feb.. almost time to buy a small envelope, self address it, not to forget to attach stamp and take it to school to hand over for the annual exam results....ahhhhh
That summer moment when somewhere in the middle of holidays there is anxiety when you hear the tringgg trinnnggg from postmans old cycle bell. You run outside to see you get to collect the post first, open and see what the rest of the holidays are going to look like! What tension. Phew.
And no matter what the contents of envelope are, the postman is certain to collect bakshish from Amma.. for the excellent results that we could expect in that tiny yellow paper cover which will soon unfold your fate..
The teachers stars on the report card is a bonus, if you were really good. One gold star, two silver stars, three red stars if you were in top three of the class! And of course there is discussion comparison within the neighbourhood.. about how "tough" some papers were specially which is why the marks weren't as great as they ought to be..
That tiny dull yellow envelope somehow reminded me to wear this dull beige saree... the suspense of the envelope telling you to keep calm and do what you can do, because no matter what, the content is already inside and it is what it is 😎😎😎
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