The red sweater story tells me so. The sweater was knitted by baba's (Fil) mom fifty years ago. Like many of her time she was great at it and luckily I have few such sweaters and couple of stoles. My favorite is this red sweater. The candid pic of ma baba from thirty or so years ago was stuck in my mind. I knew I needed my version of it. So the red sweater project kicked off.
Gosh! Its impossible to make good remakes. Original is original. I have no clue how movie makers even attempt it. The decent equivalent of the red sweatar memory took us 157 takes (believe me) mostly because I couldn't cross my elbows gracefully like ma and more so my pupils moving to corner of eyes made me look like zombie. So my pics were more Halloween types and not at all graceful. The man in red sweater quit the project several times, leaving the bettu RofL (literally) on my attempts to improve my pose. Phew! But I am not one to give up. If it meant bribing the man in red sweatar to biryani, desserts or butter chicken or late night drive or loud crazy music or getting more HDMI cables for his crap projects, I was ready to do any and all.
I told shontu I kept the red sweater so he and my betti could do this project when it's their turn. The agyakari bacha said yes for now. He kind of figured out early in life to say yes to women (ma and thamma) to avoid arguments. Smart boy, learning quick.
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