Mother spreads out the pallu of her cotton sari overhead and I ducked under it.
Giving the auto-driver the address of a store, Mother, bundled the pallu into a face-mask – the cotton strands fights pollution.
The stores doors are propped open to allow a non-existent breeze.
” A/C repair , Madam”, the store-manager shrugs nonchalantly. The pallu alternates between a towel and hand-fan.
Wiping his sweat , on the sleeve of his cotton shirt, he reads our shopping list: “Woollen: jackets, gloves, caps, thermals, socks, sweaters”.
Rushing to work , weighed down by wool, my mind drifts across continents like tufts of cotton.
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Pallu is the loose end of a sari
The “Auto” as we affectionately call it ,is a special vehicle unique to parts of India..adapted to the congested roads of major cities.
This exactly 100 word story is written in response to the 100 word photo challenge posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Field each week.
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