My mom had purchased some Madurai Saris for this summer. She is generally fond of sober colours like grey, sand-brown, mud-brown etc...We used to make fun of her often for her choices. This time she had brought some unusual colours. But still there was one grey sitting in the middle of her choices. I told her to give it to someone else, since that's so sober. But she said, she would keep it come what may, because she likes it. She wore it today, and, in fact it was very beautiful and pleasant, that even I liked it so much. I told her, "Mom, sometimes, your choices are good..".
And as we spent time together, I suddenly noticed that there were some insignificant coloured patches at some 3 places in the saree. I showed it to her. She said, "Oh, I did not see them....". I told her, "how does it matter, anyways you like it". She said, "No...had I seen these patches before, I would not have got the sari."
This was a small conversation, me and my mom had....but this caught my attention so much and I realized one big thing...
"When we like something, we do not see the shortcomings in them. But if we see the faults, we miss the nice things in it....and sometimes even lose what we like."
And I am glad she did not see the small blotches in the sari, before...Had she, she would have really lost something she liked and something that suited her the most.
