Comments on: Fiction Fragment: On Earrings and Mothers

By: shoefiend

shoefiend — Fri, 09 Nov 2007 11:05:35 +0000

you forgot the buttons! :)

By: Vivek

Vivek — Fri, 09 Nov 2007 03:17:45 +0000

Though I am a boy, and hence have never had to face such a situation as your protagonist, but the tale is still most endearing and heart-warming. I really have enjoyed reading the piece, and have forwarded the same to as many of my friends as possible.

By: Vi

Vi — Thu, 08 Nov 2007 20:33:01 +0000

I still have a lot of my pavadai-sattais from when I was younger. The ones that had the extra hidden fabric underneath have been extended and converted into dhavanis. Wearing that is somewhat of a once-in-a-millennium event, but it comforts me to know it’s there. :)

By: guruprasad

guruprasad — Thu, 08 Nov 2007 19:16:45 +0000

i don’t know if there is an ear-ring equivalent for guys?

i can see my wife tearing her hair out in frustration while trying to deal with our daughter (who’s all of 3.5 yrs) and is convinced that she is getting a taste of the hell she had given her own mother! and she says that if her own past is any indicator, then she has no hope of being spared for a long time. at least not until she gets married or leaves home to live by herself :-)

circle of life?

By: Lalita

Lalita — Thu, 08 Nov 2007 18:19:37 +0000

Sheesh, when did you become clairvoyant? I was going to write about mothers shrilling ‘sit down, sit down’ as we traded earrings and studs, sigh. I still lose the back screws and end up on all fours searching for them; with my glasses on, with a torch even, deep sigh.

I hated being dressed in uniform paavaadai-settai, and don’t let me get started on hand-me-downs. Deeper sigh.

By: megha

megha — Thu, 08 Nov 2007 17:16:55 +0000

I used to HATE the paavaadai-sattai. And then I grew up and realized how lovely it looked. Sigh.

By: dipali

dipali — Thu, 08 Nov 2007 17:02:41 +0000

Heartbreaking. And lovely.