I noticed the’ kadai ‘ I use daily has turned black beyond redemption and wanted to discard it but on second thoughts decided to shove it into my kitchen cupboard and give company to the half a dozen vessels I ceased to use for the same reason .
Mamma, why did you put it there, aren’t you going to use it anymore? Asked my grand daughter who sometimes used it to fry her favourite potato curry.
Don’t you see it has turned black and lost its appeal, I reasoned.
Mamma, do you mean to say everything that has lost its sheen has to be discarded? She said with a long face.
No, Smitha, I haven’t discarded it totally, I tried to explain.
But I am sure you will finally exchange it for something new , she said in the same vein.
May be, but how come you are so sentimental least of all about a ‘kadai’ ? I said taken aback.
No, mamma, I am just wondering something that has turned black can be polished and once again regain its ‘colour’ but what can one do if one is born dark like me ? she said full of regret.
That set me thinking and I knew the complexion one is born with is permanent despite all the claims whitening creams make but wished to console he youngster by saying’ Smitha ,Our dark skin is genetic and remember dark people with good features are more attractive than fair people who can boast only of their skin colour.
Probably what you say is true, she said after thinking hard.