After this, you take the fabric to a tailor-usually located on the second floor of where you bought the fabric or, in my case, across the street. You wait amongst strewn pieces of fabric and men working on sewing machines while the boss negotiates styles and cuts with women having saree tops and shelvar kamis custom made for them. There's no fan or air conditioning and everyone is covered in sweat...there's an actual truth behind the name 'sweat shop'.
Finally the tailor comes up to you and rapidly takes multiple measurements of your body...writes it all down in a torn and massive book that somehow is able to distinguish between the customers. He tells you to come back tomorrow at 4pm.
You return at 4pm and are told to wait. 'My brother is bringing it from his shop-15 minutes only, have a seat.' And so you wait 15 minutes. Then another 15 After about an hour you ask the boss man where the top is. 'It's coming, only 10 minutes.' At this point you get irritated and want to punch someone or kick the sewing machines. Finally a bag shows up with my saree top and they still have to sew on some pieces. By 6pm I am able to leave.