How are 'Identities' made?
Is it a face, a façade or a character?
Or is it a garb we wear?
To show what are we,
Or maybe we are!
He deftly puts the last nick and fidgets once more in his mind to see if this is what an expression should look like.
'She' has puja in her house and needs to look perfect, he carefully scrutinizes for any imperfections.
He's a ladies tailor and you could always hear his wheels running as he stitches incessantly for the upcoming festive season.
His posture always bent, his conversations are succinct and snappy as he is with his fingers.
No matter what the occasion he's never closed except the customary Thursdays of the week.
The cramped area doesn't bother him, his workspace is limited just to the stitching table, which he shares with a television mechanic!
It is the alacrity of such people that helps us manoeuvre a pretty shape.
His understanding of the form helps him stich the perfect fit every time
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Amidst the bustling market the fishy stench and his haggling customers each with varied specifications, unique to each, he makes all shapes and sizes look complete.
Neither his bottle bit spectacle nor his age gives him the option to forget anything at all as he, 'Tailors Identities'.
He makes us all as unique as we imagine ourselves to be!
So his wheels are always running!
But mind you his tongue is just as sharp as his scissors,
guess his age gives him this must liberty!
