The textile shop is in a festive mood
The tree outside wears lights for bangles
The sales persons behave their best
Even the faceless mannequins beam
The trial room mirrors are flattering
With the dye pulling the years back
When these branded shirts could
Only be wished for and hence rejected
Now it is first-liked first-chosen approach
That the other family members reproach
For them choice comes after hours of
Searching, poring, hunting, crouching,
Going through all the possible stacks
Going over them again, shortlisting
Arguing, debating, agonising over whether
That green with that design is better than
This cerulean blue with mirror-eye work ----
Watching all this excitement perched on
A watchman stool is a tired senior citizen
Who is content with his first-look choice.
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