My little cousins used to take my hand and begin to count the number of bangles I wore whenever there was a party. That was the little game they played behind my back on every occasion when the rest of us were busy catching up with each other. I used to wear at least two dozen bangles on each arm, matching the colour of my dress for the day. They used to love the sounds the bangles made when they hit against each other, I used to love collecting and buying them, for the exact same reason, and also that i loved wearing bangles.
I always loved wearing bangles. I used to wear my plastic ones to my class in kindergarten until that day when my class teacher scolded me for playing with them in class. I don’t remember wearing any more bangles to school after. Then, during that college trip to Hyderabad my love for bangles was rekindled as I entered the famous Choodi (bangle) Bazaar (market) at Charminar. I returned with scores of bangles, a box to store them, and a stand to display. that was the second birth of my love for bangles.