I think the person who sells sarees has a more difficult job as compared to the person who works as a recruiter.

To start with… the salesman is required to cater to a woman whose mood he really doesn’t know. He learns it after he chats with her often trying to gauge her likes and dislikes, asking which colour she prefers, the texture, the make, whether she likes the saree just opaque or is she ok with chiffon with some embroidery on it.

He tries to learn the budget; she is willing to spend by showing her different price ranges … not asking the direct questions.

He manages her moods while she tries on one saree after another in the shop mirror and relentlessly appreciates her in all colours. She discards most of what he shows to her, leaving behind a big pile of sarees to fold.

She comments on his shop, quality of sarees, the unavailability of colours, textures, the price range, she compares it to number of other shops and sources and eventually she comments on his dedication to paying attention to her needs…

Sometimes he wonders if she even knows what she wants or is it just all in her imagination… a fairy-tale fabric she is hoping to find in the shop.

since this is a fictional piece of work … let us end on a happy note!

She eventually chooses one saree, the one she always wanted, bargains as if it the shop was all ready to loot her and walks off holding the saree in the glossy bag with the pride and satiation that one feels when the much sort after candidate eventually accepts the much-negotiated offer.