A Monday in a tailor shop (a composite story)
4:10 pm. The phone rings. Again.
Sunita wants to know about her blouse. So does Rajesh, about his kurta. You put the needle down, find the notebook and turn the pages.
The chit is gone.
A torn page and a smudged number. The customer has to come back to be measured again, and she is not happy about it.
Friday becomes Saturday.
Nobody knew the blouse was stuck at finishing. The date passes. The festival does not wait.