There a lots of Indian restaurants and stores in Arlington. Sadly for Eric, I'm not crazy about Indian food. There is one spice that I don't care for. Wish I knew what it is. One of the stores has a display of wall hangings made of old saris. At least, the ones that are sold in Bangalore are supposed to be made from old saris. They are stunning. I still think how much I would like one, but then, they are expensive and I don't really have a home to hang it.
Poor Cindy had to listen to me mooning over how lovely all the saris were and how beautiful all the women were in India. You've all heard that before. The clothing was vibrant. One woman at IBM was always dressed in fabulous saris and pant outfits. I can never remember what those are called, even though I had one made for me. Sowmya has an excellent eye for fabric. So, she was on my mind after spying the wall hanging in the Indian store.
Who should write just a couple of days later? Sowmya. She is doing well at IBM. They take good care of the good people who work for them. Even if someone, like tribune, decides to end their contract with IBM, the employees need not worry. A new spot is found for them. Lovely. We didn't have a lot of time to chat or I would have asked her about her now old marriage. She was married a couple of months after I left Bangalore. This means they have celebrated their second anniversary. If she is like Teena, that means a big party with the family. I'm sure she looked stunning for the party.
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