Today I have very small story to tell, it’s an incident of the time when I use to have a very narrow waistline.
15th August (Independence Day of India) was approaching and like every year our school was participating in dance competition that was held at district level.
Our music teacher came in our class and selected some student for the competition. It used to take place in a large city stadium, hence 200 students were selected from whole school.
The dance number was an old folk song welcoming the season of rain. In northern India rain arrives in month of July. So the song was totally appropriate.
One day before the final dance competition, we were called out for dress rehearsal. For girls the dress was colorful ghagra and choli and for boys it was dhoti and kurta.
Every group was allotted a particular color and was asked to try on their dresses. My group was given red color bottom and red top. I wore it and tried to tie the side knot. I tried to make it tight as much as possible and ran out for the dress practice.
Continuous jumping for the dance, loosened the knot and the ghagra started slipping a bit. While everyone was busy in dancing I was busy in holding my ghagra. My math’s teacher saw that someone was causing the problem in the coordination, so she came near us and stood watching me. She smiled and tied my knot, and said “No matter, how tight the knot may be, it will eventually slip, because there is no waist to hold it “.
Next day for the final she checked my knot a few times and for precaution used my school belt to tighten the grip of the dress.
PS: Has your waist ever been a talking point?
This my attempt for the Twenty-third day of the A-Z Challenge.