Disclaimer: I do not encourage or condone many of the behaviors depicted in this story. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author's imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.
I had to urgently get some salwar suits as well as formulas stitched as I was about to move out for a new college and wasn't that much comfortable with ready-made clothes as they almost always had some sort of a glitch when it comes to fitting in myself and getting them altered never ends. I went to this new tailor a few blocks away from my home and was taken along by my cousin who recommended her to be the perfect one to match my needs as she has stitched most of her clothes recently. She got a good hold of my needs and asked whether I had brought any garments with measurements and I didn't have any as such, and hence we had to get all measurements afresh. There was no one around in the shop and only the three of us were there as she took a tape and started measuring me while giving instructions to move my hands here and there. However, she seemed a bit amused and probably n satisfied with the measurements she had just taken.
"Why don't you take your top off dear? It's a bit baggy and the measurements aren't accurate." She looked at me saying.