The blouse

Momin was very indecisive for a few days. He had the impression that his life had become filthy. While he was working, talking, or even thinking, he experienced an odd pain. A pain that he could not even begin to describe.

He would occasionally get up while sitting. In normal circumstances, hazy thoughts arise like silent bubbles. They burst into the believer's mind with a lot of noise as they were born. Aside from that, the soft and delicate membranes of his mind and heart were constantly invaded by crawling insects with barbed feet. His limbs were in a strange state of tension. Consequently, he was suffering greatly. He had the idea to put himself in a big mortar and tell someone, "Start to coat me," as the pain got worse.

The believer's bare feet felt the tremor very clearly when the iron collided with the iron while cooking with hot spices in the kitchen, sending an echo through the roof from the bangs. This tremor would travel through his stretched legs and thighs to his heart, where it would begin to shake like a candle held in a strong wind. Moomin had just turned fifteen. Perhaps the sixteenth. He had no idea how old he was. He was a fit, healthy young man. Whose boyhood was rapidly approaching the realm of youth. A similar race, of which the devotee was neglectful, had made a rush in each drop of his blood. He tried unsuccessfully to comprehend its meaning.

The previously thin neck is now thick. The muscles of the arms became tense. The throat was separating. The chest had a thick layer of flesh. Additionally, the breasts were hit with bullets for a few days now. It appeared as though individual pieces had been inserted there. The believer used to feel a lot of pain when they touched these bumps. When I accidentally touched his hand with these tablets while I was working, he would start to squirm. He felt a painful tingling, even from the shirt's rough, thick material.

Momin would unbutton his shirt and stare intently at the tablets when no one else was present while bathing in the kitchen or bathroom. He was doing hand rubbing. The tissues rise in response to the pain. Like a tree laden with fruit that had been violently shaken, his entire body shook. However, despite this, he used to play this game that caused pain. His mouth would occasionally produce lacy saliva if he pressed too hard on the pills. His face would turn red to his earlobes when he saw this. He believes that he has sinned.

The devotee's information about transgression and awards was exceptionally restricted. He thought that sin was anything a person could not do in front of other people. As a result, he would quickly button his shirt whenever his shame would cause his face to turn red up to his earlobes. He also vowed in his heart that he would never do something as pointless again. But despite this promise, he would play this game again on the second and third days of evacuation.

The entire family was content. He was a boy who worked very hard. He used to finish everything on time and never let anyone vent. Even though Deputy Sahib had only been here for three months, he had impressed everyone in the house with his dedication to his work. He started out working as a servant for six rupees a month, but in the second month, his pay was increased by two rupees. He was exceptionally blissful in this house. because it was highly regarded here. However, he had been agitated for a few days. His mind had begun to wander strangely. He wanted to waste the entire day wandering through the bazaars.

He disliked work now, but he wasn't lazy, despite his heartlessness. Therefore, no one in the house was aware of his inner turmoil because of this. Razia was occupied the entire day playing Baja, learning new film styles, and understanding magazines. He had never overseen a Christian. Shakila, on the other hand, frequently scolded Momin and took things from him. However, she has also been very busy for a few days removing blouse samples. One of her friends owned these blouses. who was particularly fond of wearing cutting-edge clothing. He had been requested eight blouses by Shakeela. Additionally, she was recording their samples on the documents. As a result, he also ignored the believer for a few days.

The wife of Deputy Sahib was not a strict woman. There were two housekeepers present. To put it another way, there was also an elder in addition to the believer. She did most of the work in the kitchen. Momin used to break his hand at times. Momin's lack of diligence may have been noticed by Deputy Sahib's wife. However, he had not mentioned it to Momin, and the wife of Deputy Sahib was completely unaware of the revolution in her heart, mind, and body. She was unable to comprehend Momin's mental and physical changes because she did not have a son, and Momin was a servant at the time. Who is interested in servants? From childhood to old age, everyone walks to all of those places, and nobody even knows about them. Razia was busy acquiring new filmmaking techniques. Additionally, Shakila was sketching patterns for blouses on paper. He then proceeded to sew himself a blouse out of Odi satin after presenting the best sample to him after finishing this task. Now, Razia had to turn to him and leave her Baja along with copies of film songs. Shakila used to take great care in everything she did. Her seat was very comfortable when she sat on her chest. She detested the disorder, as did her younger sister Razia. So that there was no chance of making a mistake, every stitch was carefully planned and applied with great satisfaction. She would cut the paper first, then the cloth, which ensured that her measurements were also very precise. As a result, more time was spent, but everything was perfectly prepared.

Shakila was a pretty, fit young woman. His hands were extremely twitchy. At each joint of the fleshy, conical fingers, there was a small pit. These minuscule craters occasionally vanished when she moved her hand over the control panel of the machine. Shakila had a great time operating the machine as well. His wrist bent slightly as two or three of his fingers moved the machine's handle slowly and confidently. A strand of hair that might not have found a permanent home would slide down as the neck bent slightly to one side. Shakila did not attempt to fix or distract her work because she was so preoccupied with it.

Shakila felt the need for tape as she began to trim the Odi satin that was spread across the front of her blouse. because their tape had been torn to shreds. There was an iron yard. However, how can it measure the chest and waist? She had her very own few pullovers, yet now that she was fatter than previously, she needed to re-try every one of the estimations. Cross called out to Momin as he took off the shirt. "Go, Momin, run and bring a yard of cloth from number six," he told him when he arrived. Shakila Bibi requests a comment.

Shakila's white vest caught Momin's attention. Even though he had seen Shakila Bibi in such vests numerous times before, he felt a little hesitant today. He panicked and asked, "How many yards, BBG?" as he looked to the other side. "A yard of cloth," was Shakeela's response. One yard is lying before you, it is made of iron." Is. There is yet another cloth-covered yard. Go into position at number six and gain those rushing yards. Shakila Bibi requests a comment.

The sixth flat was right around the corner. Momin showed up right away with a yard of cloth. "Stay here, take it back now," Shakila said as he took the yard from his hand. "If anything belonging to these people is kept for a long time," she said to her sister Razia. By making unreasonable demands, she irritates the older person. Take these yards and my measurements from here, so come here." As Razia began taking measurements of Shakila's chest and waist, they had numerous conversations. In agonizing silence, Momin listened to these words as she stood at the door's threshold.

Razia, please take a yard and measure it. Last time, the same thing took place. My blouse was ruined when you measured it. The armpits can move around if the cloth doesn't fit on the upper part.

Where should I call and which route should I avoid? I'm in a bind because of you. You advised me to lower it as I began to measure here. If the child grows up, what disaster will occur?

Wow, Excellence lies in the attack of things. Take note of Soraya's tailored attire. Given how beautiful these clothes are, there may be wrinkles somewhere. Now, measure yourself.'' Shakila began to inflate her chest through breathing after saying this. He held his breath and said, "Hurry up now," in a low voice, as the swelling was substantial. Momin had the impression that many of Shakila's internal balloons had burst when she let out air from her chest. "Gaz Laye BBG," he said in a panic. I'll grant it.

He was reprimanded by Shakila, who said, "Just stay." Her exposed arm was encircled by the cloth. Momin observed a large amount of black hair in the white armpit when Shakeela attempted to remove it. Momin's armpits were covered in similar hair. But he thought this group was very nice. A sensation went through his whole body. He felt an odd desire to grow his mustache out of black hair. He used to make his mustache by removing black and blonde hair from the kilns when he was young. The same kind of tingle that this desire caused in her nose and upper lip, felt when she pressed them to her upper lip.

Now Shakila's arm was splayed out. Furthermore, his armpit was covered. However, Momin continued to focus on the mass of black hair. Shakeela's black hair peeked out of her side and her arm was raised that way for a long time in his imagination. Shakeela hugged Momin and said, "Go, give him back" after a while. I sincerely appreciate it. He was thinking and feeling thoughts. He tried for a long time to comprehend what they meant. He unintentionally opened the small trunk in which he kept his Eid-themed new clothes when he didn't understand anything. He felt compelled to immediately approach Shakila Bibi and greet her as soon as the trunk's lid was opened and the scent of fresh wood hit his nostrils. He had just taken a bath and was wearing new clothes. how the rustle in his wooden pants will be. And her Romi cap." As soon as Momin thought of the Romi cap, her trap appeared before her eyes. He observed a plethora of black hair in Shakila's armpit as the trap immediately transformed into it.

Momin went inside after putting the hat in the trunk and closing the lid. Shakeela had cut several Odi satin pieces by the pattern there. " she asked Momin as she put these shiny and slippery pieces together.

What were you doing, then?

"Something... Nothing?"

"Are you planning anything? which needed to be beaten up now. "He was looking at his new clothes by opening the trunk," Khasian-laughing Momin replied. Shakeela guffawed. He was also supported by Razia. Momin felt a strange sense of satisfaction when she saw Shakeela laughing. And because of that contentment, he wanted to do something utterly stupid to make Shakila laugh even more. So, she said, "I'll take the money from Big BBG and bring a silk handkerchief too" with a girlish sneer and shyness in her voice.

"What are you going to do with this handkerchief?" Shakila asked with a grin. "I will tie it around my neck, BBG," Momin replied with a nod of approval. It will be excellent." Shakeela and Razia laughed for a long time after hearing this. Keep in mind that if you tie it around your neck, I will hang you with it." Shakeela told Razia, "Kumbakht made me forget my work," trying to control her laughter. Why did I call Razia?

Razia did not respond and began to hum the new film style that she had been studying for the previous two days. In the meantime, Shakila herself recalled her call to Momin. Look, ardent! I will remove this vest on your behalf. Isn't this the same place you went to with me that day that has just opened next to the medicine store? Go there and inquire about his plans for the six such vests. Say that we'll take all six. Therefore, make concessions. Do you comprehend?" "Yes," Momin replied.

"Now you leave."

Momin exited the room and stood by the door. "We will take the same type, the same design, there should be no difference," said Shakila as the vest fell to his feet after a short while. picked up, which had begun to get slightly wet from sweat. as if someone put it on steam and then took it off right away. It also had body odor in it. Additionally, there was a sweet heat. He thought that all of these things were very good. He took the vest, which was as soft as a kitten's, with him as he left. When Bhau-Wau returned from the market after discovering the blouse, Shakila had already begun sewing it. of Momin's brighter and more pliable satin blouse than the brim of her Roman cap.

Since Eid was just around the corner, this blouse was likely made for the occasion. Every day, several calls were made to Momin. to obtain the thread, remove the iron, and obtain a new needle if the existing one fails. When Shakila finished the remaining work on the second day in the evening, she was also asked to remove the thread spools and Udi satin scraps. The place was cleaned well by Moomin. Keep the shiny pieces of Odi satin in your pocket while you discard the rest of the items. completely pointless given that he had no idea what he would do with them?

He pulled a pair of scissors out of his pocket the following day and, sitting apart, began to separate their threads. For quite a while he participated in this game. He took it in his hand and continued to press and knead it until even a few small pieces of thread were formed. But in his mind, the spot where he saw the stray black hair was Shakila's armpit.

Shakeela called him ordinarily that day also. She kept seeing every detail of the black satin blouse. When it was first raw, it had numerous large white stitches all over it. It was then ironed. which eliminated all wrinkles. Additionally, the brightness increased. From that point forward, Shakila wore it in crude condition and showed it to Razia. Sangha went to Ramiz in the other room and looked hard and long at herself in the mirror. He took it off when he was completely content, marked where it was tight or open, and fixed all the flaws. wore it once more. Nikki began sewing when it fit perfectly.

On the other hand, people were selling this blouse made of Odi satin. Momin's mind was overflowing with bizarre ideas like stitches in the meantime. He wanted to touch and see the bright satin blouse as soon as he was called into the room. Try not to simply contact and see. All things being equal, he continued to move his hands on its delicate and furry surface for quite a while. Your unpleasant hands. He had checked her non-abrasiveness from these silk pieces. The strings he pulled from these pieces turned out to be significantly milder. At the point when he made a lot of them while squeezing, he found that they likewise had a rubbery versatility. At the point when he came inside and saw the pullover, his psyche quickly went to the hair he found in Shakila's armpit. With dark hair, Momin contemplated whether he would be pretty much as delicate as this silk.

The shirt was at last prepared. Momin was moving a wet fabric on the floor of the room when Shakila came in. He removed his shirt and put it on the bed. Under it was a white vest of a similar sort, the example of which Momin Bhau had gone to find. Over it, Shakeela wore her hand-sewed shirt. Snared the front and remained before the mirror.

Momin checked out at the mirror while cleaning the floor. The pullover was currently exhausted. In several spots, it was sparkling such a lot that it appeared to be that the shade of the silk had become white. Shakila's back was towards Momin. The long wrinkle of the spine was unmistakable with its full profundity because of the attack of the pullover. He was unable to relinquish the devotee, so he said, "BBG! You even crushed the designers!

Shakeela was glad to hear her applause, yet she was hesitant to request Razia's viewpoint. That is the reason she just ran out saying "Achha Sila hai? Around evening time when he again came to the space to clean, he saw the pullover in a wooden holder on a stake. There was nobody in the room. So he felt free to look cautiously. Then frightfully turned his hand on it. While doing this, he felt that somebody was running his hand over the delicate surface of his body like an air contact.

Around evening time, when he rested, he saw numerous striking dreams. The representative requested a huge heap of stone coals to cover him. At the point when he got coal and gave it a blow with a mallet, it turned into a lot of delicate hair. These were fine strands of dark hair that were made into balls. Then these balls became dark inflatables in the air. They began flying. Going exceptionally high, it began to detonate.

Then the breeze came and the snare of Momin's Roman cap vanished someplace. He went out looking for the snare. He meandered in seen and concealed places. From no place, the cabbage of the new litter started to show up. Then, at that point, I don't have the foggiest idea what occurred. Her hand fell on a dark silk pullover. For quite a while he continued moving his hand over the pulsating object. Then unexpectedly he sat up. For some time he was unable to comprehend what had occurred. Then he felt dread, shock, and an extraordinary feeling of fear. His condition was weird around then. At first, he felt horrendously hot, yet after a couple of seconds, a virus wave started to crawl over his body.