I woke up early and left my house at 9:00 a.m. last Saturday. My sister and I headed to the paint shop at Batu Lancang to get some paint; for our house needed a revamp after the renovation. After spending quite some time choosing the right colours, we bought them and left for Little India, also known as Market Street.
Maya Saree Silk Centre was our first stop. My family has been purchasing Indian clothings there for generations and they have beautiful, exquisite sarees, Punjabi suits, lengga and everything else at affordable prices. The owner, whom I address as Uncle, simply knows our preferences. My sisters and I need not tell him the designs that we want; he simply lays out everything we like without the need to even ask. It's like he can read our minds. Maybe that's why we purchase Indian clothings there every year without fail even after visiting every other stores in Little India.
That sunny morning, I walked straight into his store and told him that I needed a ready made black saree blouse.
He asked, "Why do you need a ready made saree blouse for? Sew one. It's much prettier."
"I can't. I need it pronto. I need to wear it later," I replied.
"Like how urgent is it?" he asked, curious.
"I need to leave for Sunway Carnival in an hour and a half's time for the Miss Saree Queen pageant," I answered.
He immediately picked up his telephone and dialled for his tailor. His tailor appeared at the doorstep after two minutes. He took my measurements with ease and Uncle instructed him to sew a saree blouse in an hour's time. I was thrilled and overjoyed that I'll be wearing a saree blouse that fits me perfectly instead of wearing the ready made velvet saree blouse that would make me itch everywhere, especially around my collar bone and arm areas. Then again, I was worried sick that the saree blouse wouldn't complete sewing in time.
While waiting for it to be done, my sister and I went store to store to get pottu, bangles and costume jewellery that would complement the whole outlook. An hour had passed after we got all that. So, we raced back to Maya Saree Silk Centre to collect my saree blouse. While walking, I kept praying that it'll be done by then. When we were finally there, I walked up straight to Uncle and asked for the saree blouse.
"Is it done?" I panted.
He smiled while patting the plastic bag beside him.
I knew what it meant. I took it from him, ran up the stairs to the fitting room and tried it on. It fits... perfectly! My sister paid him and I thanked him and his tailor a million times.
"You're the best, Uncle!" I told him before leaving.
It's impressive. I'm in awe of Uncle's tailor; I still am. He did a fantastic job in such a short time.
Unbelievable!
