Recently I had the great honour of being invited to a party thrown by one of the leading lights of Chennai, a celebrity of sorts. The occasion was her dear princess turning four. After thinking over for days about the right gift to a child of that age, I decided on a beautiful book with lots and lots of illustrations in multi colour. I didn’t mind the exorbitant price considering that the gift should be in keeping with the status of my hostess. Lugging the huge attractively wrapped packet, I entered the sprawling bungalow which was brimming with activity and the happy birthday song was being sung in a chorus almost reaching a crescendo .
I looked around for the little princess in a party dress but found none even remotely resembling one.
The whole scene appeared rather strange when I managed to squeeze myself through the numerous guests to catch sight of the heroine of the evening. There she was surrounded by her friends, all in spotless white and lovely black eyes wagging their tails!
I disappeared as quietly as I entered saving my gift for a more suitable recipient.
N. Meera Raghavendra Rao