She was ecstatic, she overheard D telling Amma about Diwali shopping. If D was in a good mood and amma was tired they would even go to tiffen house for nice dosa. But why have pipedreams now itself. This morning amma did not face any resistance from her for going to school. She was ready and standing near the gate even before her friends started howling her name from the street. D said he would come back early and the tuitions classes would be cancelled. She was in her own world in the school, telling her friends about the evening outing. In the evening D came, and as usual freshened himself and amma was ready in a blue saree. In the dark room when amma was getting dressed she noticed the gleaming diamond ear and nose rings of amma. Her amma looked pretty when she was happy and the earrings glistened even more. She was asked to change to a green dress her father bought few months back. She never liked the colour, but amma had taken extra pains to make patterns and designs. The dull dress seemed more appealing today.
D, amma and she waited in the bus stand and amma kept mumbling that the bus should come empty. And lo, far away, she could spot a bus, with people seated and clean glass reflecting the vaccum inside. She sat next to the window and amma held her as though, the winds would pull her away from the window. The buildings far away from her house seemed tall and she wondered how the city would look from the top floor. D nudged her amma when the destination came and soon, she was lost in the busy street. It seemed flooded with people, pushing, rushing, walking in and out of stores. Amma's grip was even stronger and she could feel her wrists getting warmer. They walked into a small store, with sheets and sheets of different patterns and colours of cloth material. D went to the other side and started browsing his dull blues, whites and checks. She felt sad for D. Come Diwali or any other occasion, he always wore some dull combination of blues, dark blues, browns and dark browns. But even for selecting these dull dresses, he spent so much time, tossing the material and feeling the cloth.
Amma by now had cloth material all around her and she would keep a piece of the cloth on her and look at the mirror. Finally she selected three cloth materials, each floral pattern with different colours. She wanted her amma to select blue, but D's choice prevailed. But just to make her choice clear to amma, she took the blue cloth and kept looking at her mirror. She could see her amma smile. Amma wrapped her in her arms and whispered, eppovum blue than. Enn chamuthu poonu.
D walked into their section, this time with checked white and black cloth material. When he whispered green to amma, she smiled and said blue again. D, walked to the counter, looking the blue and again cross checked the bill with his purse. She wondered how D checked and cross checked the bill so many times. They had to now go for saree purchase and there she knew D would be fully immersed in arguments with amma about the colour and price. By the time they finished purchases and were walking into the busy street, amma mumbled about tiffen. D was reluctant, but when they agreed that between tiffen and auto, tiffen was a better option, she already felt the ghee dosa melt in her mouth