tales for dreamers: the bangle-seller's song
Come, buy a bangle from me.
Bangles for one, bangles for all. Bangles to clink and tinkle, each one has its own call.
There are bangles for the young maiden, to grace her slender wrists.
There are bangles for young boys too. No one shall be denied a bangle in my shop.
There are bangles for married women. Symbols of union and marital bliss. Bangles in colours to match every garment you own.
There are bangles for widows too. Yes! After you’ve broken your bangles at the feet of God and lit your partner’s funeral pyre, after you have grieved and shed every last tear, come to my stall. I will give you new bangles to wear.
New bangles for new beginnings, for a new journey, for new adventures. Every time you wave your arms in excitement, the bangles will tinkle merrily. Loud companions in conversation.
Bangles to make your wishes come true. Bangles to remind you of your faith. Bangles to keep your dreams alive.
Bangles for the maimed. Bangles for the limbless ones.
There is a bangle for everyone.
If you have a heart that sings, rest assured, I will have a bangle for you.