A tale of a secret genie found at the supermarket

Written By

Geeta Yadav

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I revere a little thing that is my silent rescuer.  It has seen neglect and seems to like being neglected. It can vanish for days and even years but shows up when I think of it. Nowadays, I see it more often for it makes me smile. It brings back sweet memories and I call it my Genie for during taxing times it sticks its red head out to ask me, “Tell me Aaka (master), what can I fix for you?” From nappies, to sari pleats to those times when bags had stubborn zips, it has fixed tears in frills during a fancy dress competition and held shoe buckles on a rainy day when the cobbler decided to take a hike. It has travelled in hand bags, suitcases and wooden boxes. It has not grown old, nor has it become brittle with age and it has never ever complained about being in varied closets with no air.

Nevertheless, I have possessed it since the time I became a mommy 15 years ago. There is no suspense, for it is indeed a nappy pin. I still remember the day it became my prized possession. We were living in Powai, Mumbai and would go for walks to Galleria and end up buying things I could have stayed without or just stroll around taking turns to hold little Tanya. Hiranandani was an expensive place for a young defence officer’s meagre bank account. I would just pick baby stuff and my husband would change his facial expressions to convey various messages. He would even signal towards other shoppers which meant, “Are they going to pay for this?” or simply pick up a baby bowl and hold it like a beggar to remind me that we were going through the last days of the month. This would make me sigh and I would open my mouth but hear him speak, “Yes sure, Geetu, this is the first thing we’ll buy when my account gives me a happy beep.”

On one such day I picked up many things only to put them away but then suddenly I liked this nappy pin. I could see just a single piece and it looked quiet sturdy and useful to me. I picked it up and turned to my husband, “DeePee what do you say? Don’t you think it will keep that homemade bulky nappy in place?”

To this he said, “It must be pointed. No!”

The shopkeeper came to my rescue and said, “Sir, this is an imported one and see it has a safety crown that holds it firmly. Once you slide the pin then it makes a clicking sound to tell you that it’s a securely locked.”

My husband looked at it and told me, “Don’t buy this! Let’s throw the bulky nappy away.”

To this, I listed its multifaceted functions, “Oh! it can be my sari pin for it is big enough to hold the pleats together, it can be used to tug the big bib that Baby Tanya easily removes with a slight tug and later it can be used to pin up Tanya’s handkerchief when she begins to go to a play club.”

To this, my hubby grimaced and held out a fifty rupee note and said, “This is all I have.”

I snatched it from him and mocked him, “The nappy pin costs only 25 rupees.” My husband gave a disgruntled sound and I heard him mutter, “Aur mere golguppe ka kya! (What about my golguppas?)”

I suppressed a smile and I turned to the shopkeeper with a beaming face. He handed the small packet to me and gave the balance to my hubby saying, “Sir, That boy gives half plate of golguppas for just 25 rupees.”

I don’t know why but both shook hands as if they had sealed a strategic deal. So, this was the history and since that time, this nappy pin has stayed with me. I leave it here and there but it surfaces whenever I am in need of it. I find it in my forgotten handbag, in the drawer and it jumps out from cartons and transfer boxes the moment it knows we are about to put them away. For the past few years, I pick it up with love for it brings back memories that stretch for miles.




I am a writer by choice. I’ve been writing for the past 18 years. Luckily my creative writing skills were enhanced as varied opportunities came my way. If contributing to newspapers groomed me to honour deadlines, then writing books for school children rekindled the spirit to enquire, question and explore. My experiences as a mum have been interesting and entertaining and found expression in my blogs with poems on Parenting for a website called www.mybabycart.com. I know that God loves me and keeps me so energetic and alive through thick and thin. My gratefulness finds expression in my service activities and writing for the Art Of Living Foundation and White Print ( a magazine for the visually impaired).

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