by Dhanya Narayanan
Another hectic day was coming to a close. I glanced at the clock and was relieved to see that it was only 6.30pm. I am one hour away from my deadline but my article was ready to deliver. It blinked at me mischievously through the screen of the system. I thought about the extra work and the hassles.
Actually it was a slow day for me without much to do and I was just spending my time leisurely. All of a sudden the phone shrieked. It was my editor. He wanted an article on anklets and he needed it today. I saw the hope of a lazy day vanishing in front of my eyes.
But there was no time to complain or fret. I ran over to my desk and started searching all over. Though a hopeless addict of gold ornaments, I had never researched about jewellery. It never even crossed my thoughts. I simply carried on the tradition and trained my daughter to do so also. So actually I had no idea about the anklets.
I systematically searched and found out the history, its evolution through time, present status, various types and fashions. I rang up several famous jewellers. They had a sea of information about gold ornaments and several factors which affected the value of gold etc. The salesmen in the jewellery shops came up with several humorous anecdotes which really spiced up my story. Nearly two hours, some frantic searching on the net and about twenty phone calls later, my article was almost ready. Before adding the final touches to it, I decided to give my editor the good news.
But he missed my excitement and responded gloomily and said “okay give me some good snaps also.”
“Photos of the anklets” I echoed. My mind raced back. I had seen some majestic ones
on the net.
“No I want the anklets on a pair of beautiful feet. No downloading . Got it? And it better be attractive” He added menacingly and slammed the phone down.
I stared ahead a minute numbly and frantically dialled again. This time it was for our press photographer Hari. Fortunately he was idling in the editorial with no immediate plans. He came up and we discussed.
“Let us call Priya. She has gold anklets and that too very beautiful ones” He helped.
Priya came with a huge smile. “Sorry dear. I have a deep gash on my feet and it looks really nasty.” She showed us the feet. It was worse than we thought.
The anklets were extremely beautiful. With intricate work and exquisite chains hanging down it looked like an antique piece from a golden era long gone.
“Look in our office and find out two beautiful feet. You can take my anklets.” Priya offered.
I along with Hari ran to our female colleagues. But none of them were ready to show off their feet.
“See, our feet are not beautiful. They look ugly and worn out.” It really was a truth and we decided not to press.
We returned to our seat and planned further. Suddenly I saw Hari glancing at my feet and a sudden impish smile lit his face. He just hopped up and called Priya. Within no time the anklets adorned my feet and it fitted perfectly. My recently pedicured feet looked beautiful and delicate. The soft colour of the nail polish added a glow to the anklet. I stared at my feet in complete bewilderment and wonder.
The next day the business section of the paper splashed my article and feet with extravagance and I got several compliments for both. I still remember the naughty smile of my friend.