She hopped along with her mother and aunt. The older females were busy looking at sarees for her cousin’s upcoming wedding. The little girl was bored. This was the third shop they had entered that day. “Ma, I want to go home,” she whined. Her mother said they would be done soon. As they looked at sari after sari and scrutinised prints and borders, she decided to inspect. Her curiosity found a set of small stairs leading to the floor above. There she spotted a pink sari with pretty blue flowers which she wanted immediately. Ma said no. “You don’t even wear sarees!” But the aunt understood. The child never complained again, as she hugged her new belonging tightly and the adults continued being choosy.