“Naeem tailors”, the yellowing board above the small door way proclaimed…if you happened to be there during daylight that is.The lamp illuminating it after dark had long been broken.
One had to leave the cycle rickshaw at the beginning of the narrow pot hole ridden lane to reach the small shop nestled among hardware stores and seedy eateries.A paan shop next door did brisk business while a transistor radio belted out Hindi film songs somewhere…
Naeem chacha had been stitching our Durga Puja special clothes since as far back as I can remember.I remember his gentle pockmarked face and impeccable white clothes. I remember his apologetic grin every time the clothes weren’t ready on the due date,which happened more often than not.We didn’t mind the repeated trips though because he did a really neat job of tailoring the clothes to perfection as per the English and Chinese design catalogs.
He stitched my frocks and skirts and tops and later on my chudidar kurtas with passage of time.It was he who executed my occasional design ideas.He stitched my first saree blouse and subsequent ones too.But he was happiest to stitch my lab coat when I entered Medical college.Prestitched ones were not available back then.I still remember his abundant blessings when I went to collect the same from him.
This is the same lab coat and it has seen hours and hours of studies and toil.It carries stains of sweat,tears and blood and memories of despair as well as gratitude.I have accessorised it with my favouritest neckpiece ever!