My darling tailor
In continuation of my biographical episodes which I wrote earlier, let me tell about a particular rainy day which I cannot forget for the rest of my life. Yes, we had fixed to meet at 2PM. But it suddenly started to rain that day at around 1 PM and did not stop. You know the rains of Mumbai. For that week my husband, Shashidhar, had gone to Bangalore along my kids, to attend a marriage of his sister’s daughter. I pretended sick and did not go. The telephone was dead. I had no way of contacting,...