When there is one black speck on a white wall, it seems like the dirtiest thing there ever can be. Most times that is how we look at our lives- how messy and hopeless they are and how everybody else has an amazing life that we can never match up to.
Not very long ago, I was in a phase where all the work I had done the past year was crumbling down. Businesses that were acquired had to be turned away and I was feeling like a failure. More than the impact it had on me, it was having to break the news to clients that was more heart wrenching. It was a breach of trust and I was helpless as the decision was not made by me. And to top it all, I was planning my wedding and getting things sorted.
It was one of those days when you haven’t had enough sleep because you have been worrying all night, when you realise there is a huge pile of cards waiting to be given out but you are in no mental frame of mind to go out an invite folks because you are a mess inside your head. So instead I go over to the (then) fiance’s best friend’s store to get my blouses sorted. There is always a pressure when you meet the boy’s lady friends, in my opinion. For instance, if my best guy friend is getting married, the girl would sure as hell be judged by the clothes she wears, the books she reads and the way she speaks. I was mentally imagining getting the same treatment myself every time I met his girlfriends, and that day was no different. There had always been a glass wall between us (in my imagination) and I was wondering if it would ever shatter. But around this time, I had too many things to worry about, so I was trying not to let this bother me too much.
So here I was, worried about clients and targets and forlornly trying on my wedding blouses (which I must admit, had come out very well and were actually cheering me up) and was done in under 30 mins. However, something made me sit back and chat. And that was one of the most uplifting conversations and heartwarming I have ever had. As I spilled my heart about how unfair work was, she rewound back a few years when everything had gone against her. Consider this- she had a fall and had crushed her spine and was bed ridden for months, her business came close to shutting down with the workers having walked out, she went through some awful personal trauma- the final beating was losing her dad. All this in one year. And there was a little voice in the back of my head saying, ‘so YOU thought your life was unfair?!’
Then she spoke about how she moved on, how she recuperated, how she got a loan and bought her first machine (after the old team had walked out with all her machines) and how she sprang back; how she waited and waited for the right master to come by, how he stitched her a kurti which fit her to a T without as much as taking her measurements, how she built her team up and how she bounced back, bigger and better than before. Today she is one of the best tailors in the city and there is not one person I know who hasn’t stitched with her and has nothing but nice words about her work.