Mummy ki saree aur meri pehli Pride

Pichhle saal Pride march se ek hafta pehle maine decide kiya ki is baar main jaaungi — sirf photos dekhne ke liye nahi, khud chalne ke liye. Aur mujhe mummy ki woh neeli Kanjeevaram saree pehenni thi jo unhone apni shaadi ke baad kabhi nahi pehni.

Phone par maine himmat karke poocha, "Mummy, woh neeli saree mujhe courier kar doge?" Unhone seedha poocha, "Kis function ke liye?"

Main kuch der chup rahi. Phir boli, "Pride march hai, Mummy. Queer logon ka. Aur main bhi un mein se ek hoon."

Doosri taraf se lamba sannata. Mujhe laga call cut ho gaya. Phir unki awaaz aayi, thodi bhaari: "Pallu theek se pin karna. Bheed mein khul jaata hai."

Teen din baad saree aa gayi, saath mein safety pins ka ek packet aur ek chitthi — "Dhoop mein paani peete rehna."

March mein jab maine rainbow flag ke saath photo bheji, toh unhone sirf ek dil wala emoji bheja. Hum ab bhi is baare mein zyada baat nahi karte. Par agle saal ke liye, unhone khud poocha hai ki kaunsi saree chahiye.