‘Item le lo, item le lo,’ the hawker’s voice rings in the
village street. A group of adolescent boys would wink and share mischievous
smiles.
The word ‘item’ stroking a pleasant fire
of desire. A crazy curiosity foregrounding the looming unleashment of masculine
desire. The excitement and curiosity about ‘those things’ beneath covers and
clothing.
Among a group of village brats, just
mentioning ‘chaddi-boddi’ would
spread a layer of sexual excitement over the adolescent skins till 15 years
back. The item seller arrived frequently then.
The item seller still comes sometimes
but not as frequently as the old times. He was the sole to-go person for the
poor women in the village during the times so conservative that even a female
undergarment left for drying on a cloth line would start scandalous whispers.
The item seller carried a tin box on his
cycle containing ‘items’. He just shouted the word ‘items’ without specifying
what exactly included the list of items.
He would be subtly, almost secretively,
called by the women from the poor localities in the village—they did it in
groups to muster up courage—who circled the open tin box and ‘items’ would see
the light of the day. Finally.
Sisterhood held in coherence for a
circled moment. An interconnectedness of contextual issues. Chastity well
preserved from the moral-policing air.
And the magical box would open in the
safe circle. Cheapest bright colored female undergarments, trinkets, lipstick, nail
polish, powder, lace, bindi, scent
vials, perfumes, mascara, make-up kits, sindoor,
henna, looking glass, combs. And more.
The girl things, in their cheapest,
gaudy avatar. The little box having the big secretive world of feminine
‘matters’ and ‘things’.
And some adolescent brat would crawl up
to a nearby roof and secretively peep over the parapet to find out which woman
or girl bought what colored chaddi-boddi.
The transgressor would then start a long
trail of suggestive, lewd wisecracks. The ubiquitous coat of street-urchin
colors. The word would then spread around the village.

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