It was a normal day for Mohini. She had woken up in her cosy flat in Mumbai. She was now getting ready for her show in the evening. Samiya, her assistant and her best friend was making sure that everything was up to the readiness mark. This was going to be a massive show with over 1000 viewers who would watch Mohini, perform her tricks in the show… Her shorts and videos were already famous on Youtube and they knew that people had high expectation from this show…
“Samiya, there are two new tricks I would be performing today and I would like to have recordings of those for Social Media. We will edit and post the best moments of those… 3 cameras as always – one that shows the trick I perform, the other on the person who is participating for his reaction to the trick, and the third to capture reaction from the audience.”
“You don’t have to tell me that Mohini – its default. By the way what are you wearing for the show?”
“Samiya – don’t be girlish. We are into a professional show and obviously the attire has to be a professional one…”
“Ok then – get ready while I brew a coffee for us.” saying thus Samiya vanished in the kitchen.
Mohini walked into her bedroom and opened her wardrobe and looked at the array of pressed dresses. She ran a finger through them and stopped at a starry night blue blouse… Her thoughts transported her to few months ago…
She was at Pune for a show and the show had gone very well. This city was hardly 3-4 hours’ drive from Mumbai – her base. She belonged to Mumbai. The weather was pleasant and she had decided to stay on for couple of days to enjoy the pleasant weather. With nothing much to do, she decided to visit a mall nearby and see what was on the offer.
She was looking at few types of attire when her glance fell on a group. The girl was about 7 months into pregnancy. Seemingly, her husband was trying to make her comfortable when she walked around. A smart young person with a good body build accompanied them and seemed to care for both of them. There was something in his walk that had attracted her attention, it was graceful.
While the pregnant lady and her husband were trying to look for baby things, this guy was looking at attires nonplussed about choice. She smiled to herself at his confusion and approached him but stopped short as he turned and walked towards the couple he was accompanying. She watched the trio with interest. He moved back to where he was looking at the shirts and casual unisex wear, still confused.
She casually approached the pregnant lady and her husband. Showing as if she too was looking at baby items she smiled at the lady. She could see variety of emotions going through her. She was trying to visualise her baby and at the same time she knew that she, as well her husband were going to be gifted some attire by the smart young man who accompanied them… She looked at her husband and tried reading what he was thinking. She smiled to herself and moved away from them and casually approached the smart young man… he still seemed confused and looked around to see her look at the casuals she was trying to choose.
“Excuse me,” he was looking at her, “That’s my bhaiyya and bhabhi over there… I want to buy them casuals – but I am confused as to what colours I should choose for them. Could you suggest me some?”
She looked at him and then at them, “I think if you buy a magenta shirt for your brother your bhabhi would love it and for your bhabhi buy this peach coloured dress – your bhaiyya would love that…”
“How would you know?”
“It’s my guess – show these to them before you buy. I am sure my choice will be there choice.” She smiled at him. This was the first guy who she had met and had no mind-set of impressing her or thought of how sexy and beautiful she looked – he was more into the thought of pleasing his pregnant bhabhi and bhaiyya (elder brother)…
“Thanks.” He said picking up the dresses as suggested by her and quickly moved to his bhabhi (sister-in-law) to show them to her.