The Sari

Leaving my tiny flat is increasingly more difficult,He eyed me from bindi to sandals, taking in my
as preparation to get out the door requires more"unconventional" (for Cape Cod) attire, with a look
breath and effort than I can muster these days.of pure contempt. I turned to the other man. His
So I try very hard to make the most of times Iface was open and friendly, willing to help as he
am able to venture forth, precariously driving withinquired about the overheating of my car. He
one hand on the wheel and the other pressed toseemed shamed by the garage man's behavior.
my throat, allowing me to breathe and lift myThis gracious man deftly handled the rather
head enough to see where I am going.dangerous looking job of opening the radiator cap
After wrapping myself in a brilliant vintage sarias a cloud of hot vapor escaped, then bubbled
from my treasured E-Bay Sari walla, I headed forand gurgled as he filled the radiator with water
the library, where the librarian ladies vicariouslyand advised me on where I should go to have
enjoy my Indian garb while nibbling the homethe car checked out thoroughly.
made treats I bring to them. It was a hot andThis garage was not even his business, yet he
sunny day when my old reliable 1990 Toyotawas kind enough to assist me and even refused
overheated, forcing me to pull off the road andto take my money when I tried to pay him. All
consult the user manual to see what I should do.this time, the garage man sat, watching with his
After a struggle in raising the hood and finding thevile smirk which transformed his rather nice
coolant chamber empty, I approached a womanfeatures into an ugly visage. I have stopped at
working in her garden and asked if she would bethis garage several times in the past, and this
so kind as to give me some water for my car.man has always attended me with prompt
She looked surprised, then smiled radiantly andcourtesy when I was dressed in western clothes.
said "Oh! Your gown is beautiful!" The annoyanceI left that garage with half my heart sinking at
of my overheated engine eased as her pleasurethe attitude of the garage man, and half lifted by
in my sari lightened my concerns. I thanked herthe other's kindness.
for the water, filled the coolant chamber andWhat makes people react with contempt at the
headed for the nearest garage.sight of something different? What would make a
I stopped at a place where I had done business inperson so judgmental at the sight of a foreign
past weeks. The same man who attended megarment as indisputably lovely as sari? I wish this
before was seated in his little enclosure. I got outman's bigoted attitude was a rare exception in the
of the car and once again battled with the hood,American character, but as I later went shopping
trying to quell the ever present angst at thefor groceries and caught disconcerting looks from
reason for my physical limitations, hoping to getevery direction, I fear this intolerance is more
this car problem fixed with the least amount ofcommon than I care to ponder. This experience
effort possible.has not dampened my love for wearing saris. It
I looked toward the enclosure to see if the manhas only strengthened my determination to adorn
was heading out to assist me. He was not. Hemyself in them as often as possible.. for my own
was sitting with his feet up on his little desk,enjoyment and hopefully, to expose my narrow
hands behind his head, just watching me with aminded countrymen to the beauty of another
perverse smirk on his face. I waited and waited.culture.. As I look around and see virtually
He continued to sit and stare, until I finally walkedeveryone dressed as if they are ready for a day
towards his enclosure. Meanwhile, another manof cutting the grass or pulling weeds in the
from the business next door must have seen megarden, I know my sari momentarily enriches its
waiting and was headed toward the enclosure,immediate environment..a bright and beautiful gift
perhaps thinking the garage man was unaware hefrom India.
had a customer. I stepped into the presence ofDhanyavaad, favored sari-walla. You brighten my
these two men and the body language displayeddays.
by the garage man hit me like a slap in the face.Namaste.