My favorite dress

I consider myself to be a fashion enthusiast and an inspiration. In my 20s and early 30s I used to try each and every fashion trend. I would love trying different things and incorporate them in my day to day wardrobe. While I would try a lot of new styles there were some staple styles in my wardrobe. One of them was a floor length dress.

My mother had purchased a beautiful blue saree for one of my cousins' wedding. The saree itself was simple but the colour was exquisite. It was sapphire blue. I loved that colour. Several years later my mother did no longer need that saree. She had worn that saree at numerous occasions. Also because of her age, she felt that the saree was heavy and it was making her tired. I did not want to give that saree to anyone so I came up with an idea. I told my mother that I will get a dress stitched from that saree. My mother agreed and give it to me. I took it to my tailor and he had stitched a beautiful dress from that saree. As I said it was very simple but the colour made it look very special. The dress looked very elegant.

I had worn that dress to various functions. It was an Indo Western fusion dress, so I was able to wear it at weddings and also at parties. Whenever I used to wear that dress I used to feel more beautiful. It was very comfortable and flowing making me feel like a Disney princess. It complimented my complexion and hence it would always look fantastic even though it did not have much embroidery or stones on it. I had worn that dress to family functions as well as to the office events. Whenever I used to wear that dress I used to get a lot of compliments. It was a gorgeous dress and it was stitched to perfection. I had worn it several times and I loved wearing it every time for any occasion.

The saree was very old and my mother had used it quite a lot. After converting the saree into the dress I had used it for several years and at numerous occasions. The time that the saree and the dress had spent on this mortal plane was becoming visible. The colour of the dress had faded. The shine of the fabric had also gone down. We knew it because we had been seeing the saree and the dress from the beginning. The fabric was still intact and the colour was still pretty. It was still my favourite dress. My mother once mentioned that I should stop using the dress because it has faded. I still did not listen to her because it was my favourite dress and it still looked good in my opinion. I still kept wearing it.

But then one incident occurred that made me think differently. My house help Shanta was telling my mother that her daughter is soon to be weded. She was trying to get sarees and dresses for her. Shanta did not have enough money to buy new outfits so she was checking with every person she was working with if they can lend her good used clothes. These clothes would be helpful for Shanta's a daughter's wedding. Something changed inside me. I looked at my favourite dress one last time. I knew that it was the best time to part ways with it. I took my dress and I had given it to Shanta. I told her to use this dress for her daughter. Shanta was delighted to receive such a beautiful dress. She thank to me and said that her daughter would be happy to see it as well. For me it was a bittersweet moment. But then I believed that the sweet part had overpowered the bitter part of parting ways.

Even if it is not with me right now it still remains as one of my favourite dresses. This was one of my giveaways that stayed with me even after several years. I knew that it made someone as happy as it had made me. I knew it made someone feel special. I was glad that at the right moment I was able to break the bond between me and that dress.