As an adult, I often visited my mother on the weekends and every time she saw me without surma, she applied it immediately and always in a typical and familiar manner.
Although she had never worn them till recently, due to self-imposed inhibition, when she did finally put them on- gingerly and hesitantly- they looked beautiful on her feet!
I’m going back in time to experience and be consumed by the events that don’t belong to me, but to my ancestors- all because of six yards of fabric.
A few years later in 1985, I also got married and we both got busy with our respective lives, eventually losing touch. Its been 35 years today since we last spoke to each other.
They were sternly warned not to bring any belongings, but Kapur held in his pocket a receipt proclaiming that a final shipment for his business was still due to arrive from London to Karachi.