My mother never played with dolls..( she told me this) .. Her free time as a kid was spent ensuring that the younger kids fell in line. I love hearing the stories of how she got my uncles to sing .. a radio and a safety pin played a big role in the whole thing...
She grew up being the best at everything she did, was one of nine women who enrolled for engineering in REC ( her bacth) and graduated with a job in her kitty from a very male dominated industry.. she then got married to my father.. and had me .. and thats when she got her first doll..( so I say) .
This time when i went back to india, i was looking through some old albums and i began to notice a trend which i didnt recognize till now.
my mother stitched my birthday dresses.. and she would not leave it at that.. she made matching accesseries as well. All this while ensuring me and my brother did our best in school, in all the activites she enrolled us in and working. I dont remember where all the material came from, but i think dad got some from kuwait and amma would promptly make me a dress.
there was a yellow frock with black flower print on it. It had these capped sleeves and it stood out at my waist . I had a matching bow to wear on my head. It was the most beautiful dress ever.
i then grew up and she could no longer make me dresses.. instead.. somehow all the pictures had us color coordinanted.
if she wore black there was no way i was wearing anything but black... ( ma looks gorgeous in black)
So thats why i say I am her doll and she loves to dress me up ...
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