Encounter with Dhobis
I got up one fine morning in my hostel room in IIIT-Allahabad. My friend was to bring 'Chicken-biryani' for lunch.We were to meet in the canteen and I had a couple of hours before putting the delicious chicken in my mouth. So I thought of ironing my clothes. And went on ironing them till 3 in the afternoon! The canteen had by then finished seeing my friends eating up the whole of chiken-biryani! Poor me! That was when I thought I needed a Dhobi.
Got one dhobi in the hostel. Along with supposedly cleaning and ironing my clothes, she also gave them some alien marks and patchy colours. And one day she came up with my new duppata in a torn shape! So then it was turn of someone else to hold the post of Mr. Dhobi.
This one visited the hostel once a week or so....was seemingly better at service! (atleast no discolouring and cuts). The very first time he washed my clothes, he put '+' identity marks over them, which no Ariel or Surf-excel can do away with! Few months passed and I went home for vacation. Couldn't collect my clothes from him before leaving, so they remained at his place for one and a half month. When I came back and he returned them to me, two pajamas has lost their elasticity altogether. My body could not hold them for more than a minute....the elastic's length was almost doubled!
I am now totally independent in terms of clothes. I wash and iron them myself. Just remembered one school-time lesson 'God helps those who help themselves!'
Got one dhobi in the hostel. Along with supposedly cleaning and ironing my clothes, she also gave them some alien marks and patchy colours. And one day she came up with my new duppata in a torn shape! So then it was turn of someone else to hold the post of Mr. Dhobi.
This one visited the hostel once a week or so....was seemingly better at service! (atleast no discolouring and cuts). The very first time he washed my clothes, he put '+' identity marks over them, which no Ariel or Surf-excel can do away with! Few months passed and I went home for vacation. Couldn't collect my clothes from him before leaving, so they remained at his place for one and a half month. When I came back and he returned them to me, two pajamas has lost their elasticity altogether. My body could not hold them for more than a minute....the elastic's length was almost doubled!
I am now totally independent in terms of clothes. I wash and iron them myself. Just remembered one school-time lesson 'God helps those who help themselves!'
posted by Diksha Neel @ 4:22 AM
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