by Mayur Sharma
‘A1 quality madam, best price in all of Zaveri Bazaar,’ he beamed at us.
‘Show me some colorful trinkets,’ my mother smiled politely.
‘Yes yes, of course madamji. This way,’ he pointed towards a section that seemed to contain all colors of the universe in harmony.
‘We have rose quartz, lapis lazuli, jasper, ruby, sapphire, emeralds.. ’
‘That one, can I see it?’ mother said pointing at an amethyst.
I stared blankly at the painting behind him.
Her hesitant fingers hover over the stone. Experienced eyes peer closely to determine the luster, cut and clarity.
The shopkeeper grabbed his opportunity.
‘What taste madamji. Classy. Elegant. Would look very beautiful on you.’
Mother seemed impervious to it.
‘It’s for her actually,’ she said pointing towards me.
My eyes lit up.
‘How much’, she asked quietly.
‘4600 rupees only, madamji,’ he said with a twang.
Something sunk into the bottom of my stomach. Even the jeweler began to realize.
‘You can have it for 4500, best price madamji.’
My mother smiled a grateful smile, but shook her head in the negative.
That’s when it struck me – the heavy downpour had turned into a drizzle outside.
The jeweler smiled a knowing smile.
‘I’m hungry. Let’s go eat somewhere - my treat!’ she continued as we started to walk out.
‘Yeah. Let’s go some where classy. Elegant. But not THAT expensive,’ I pointed backwards.
We burst into laughter.
Just another fun way to deal with incessant rains in Mumbai.