I love white color, but seldom buy any white colored clothes for all the maintenance I would have to do. But sometime at the end of 2012, I had bought this beautiful white top which had pretty yellow flowers on it. I was saving it for the best occasion and hadn’t worn it more than a couple of times.
Sister’s wedding happened last Feb and what can be the better occasion, I thought and off I took the top with me. With lots of sarees around, this top never saw the daylight. A month after her wedding, I was looking out for this top. I searched my wardrobe inside out. Not having found it, I accused sister of taking it away with her clothes. Being the roshakkaraa ponnu that she is, searched her cupboards only to not find it. With a shameless face, I next asked amma to do the searching in her cupboards and she again answered me in negative. Not trusting her searching abilities, I myself pulled out all the clothes in her cupboard to look out for my top, the next time I was in Chennai. Not only did I not get the top, I had my Amma scream at me in top of her voice.
It was a mystery that I couldn’t withstand. Apart from sister, there were no other young girls in the wedding who could have taken away my top by mistake. Wedding means chaos – so who knows, one of my aged athai (aunt) could have packed it along with her luggage. There was no way we could check.
I had to let go of this top and its thoughts. Considering my restlessness over missing things, it was a huge task. Every now and then, white top would dance in my dreams and I would wake up shocked with proper sweat and all. Ok..that was a little exaggerated but I did miss my top.
Remember my trip to my native? We had to bring down the suitcase for our packing and guess what I found inside?! My white top crushed into a ball. Hurray!!! So what if it’s a ball and what if it stinks bad. I found my top. OK.. S found it. After jumping around happily, I decided to put it for washing – for obvious reasons.
Once back from native, we were cleaning up the house and S was putting the dirty clothes into washing machine. Just when I was thinking how he helps me in so many ways and that I should blog about him, he pulls my white top out of the machine. What a horror! It was no way near white. Some stupid cloth had bled red color and my white top was the victim. It had been transformed to a pink and yellow top with bright pink patches all over.
I jumped into action mode to save it with vinegar, cloth softener, strong detergent, lemon, salt and even boiled my top for some time, but all my efforts were in vain. So adamant was that reddish pink dye.
Now should I be glad I have found my top or be sad its no longer usable?! This is what is called kai ku etnathu vaai ku etathathu. (Roughly translated to – the one that is close to your hand is not reachable to your mouth. Pls forgive the bad translation 😛 )