The Jeans Resurrected

My mother wore Jeans today. She was so cute >_<

This is the only pair of jeans she owns. Belonging to a generation that is more comfortable in salwar suits than saris (which belong to an even older generation) or denims (more for my generation), my mother bought this pair six years ago, before our trip to the West. The unlucky pair of denims saw the lights, streets and sights of Paris for a day before being relegated permanently to the bottom of the suitcase and then, the trunk at home. 

By some unknown miracle of God, the Jeans have been resurrected tonight. All doubts ('I look so fat', 'People will laugh at me') were banished as my mother bravely put on the Jeans with a simple kurti and dupatta. All wishful ('I wish I could wear such simple clothes. Rimi looks so comfortable.') and envious ('She's my age but carries those Jeans so well') thoughts were cast aside as mum took a bold step into a new world (or so I hope...).