Flash Post 39!

“Button, I don’t know how this little gem of a story escaped me but here it is: a much-worn pyjama belonging to my elder daughter kept tearing again and again and again till she was in tears and very frustrated!  Dost, the paterfamilias, had to come to the fore and offered to stitch or better still, darn the pjs for her.

However, this job came with a deadline and she took off for work. Now, Dost also had a series of meetings lined up. The next thing he did was ask me for my sewing box and, unable to thread the needle at his age, asked one of the staff to do it for him.

Next came the actual job of sewing the precious old pjs. Dost claimed that he had done a fair amount of stitching as a young man. The tear was in the shape of an L, which wasn’t the easiest of tears to stitch. But he stitched it yanking away at the thread getting caught in the tear several times. After accomplishing the job, he surveyed it with a sense of extreme fulfillment, pulled it this way and that way and, again, called the staff member! Handing her the pjs, now all stitched up, he asked her to iron it without a single crease and pack it up in bright wrapping paper complete with ribbon and all! The maid, of course, gawked on seeing it but ironed it to the best of her ability, packed it up beautifully in bright red wrapping paper and handed it over.

When my daughter returned in the evening, she did a somersault on seeing her pjs all stitched and looking fresh to be worn. The paterfamilias got a tight hug and kiss which made him beam from ear to ear. His day was made.”