Toko-san walked up to one of the paintings on the wall. It was by an artist named Alex Katz.
“It’s whether you can present your every day, your work, your life in a single painting worth looking at. That’s how I look at it. Whether it’s a good enough work that is simple, easy-to-understand, and makes anyone want to hang it on the wall to admire. I’m a bit strange, I know,” she said and laughed.
“Not at all. I can certainly understand. It’s not how pretty or amazing but whether people want to admire it or not. Whether it will help others, their lives, or is there a story others can appreciate or relate to, right?”
Hearing these words from Asha, Toko-san pulled Asha, sitting on the sofa, close to her and gave her a big hug.
“You are a lovely person. Exactly. Life is about freedom. It’s not worth it if it can’t be hung on the wall, even if it’s free. You have to live a life that gives joy to the people who see it as it hangs on the wall,” she said, holding Asha’s hands.
“I heard from him that you want to design clothes. Then forget about trends. It’s best if you design clothes that are comfortable and that you can wear for a long time. Design clothes that let people move away from chasing a trend and spend less as a result.”
“Thank you, I agree. I want to design clothes that can help people in their everyday life, clothes that let them be who they are, to support their effort to live free.”
I was sincerely glad that I got the two together. This was the first time they met, but it looked as though Asha was her daughter. That’s how close they had become.
“Asha, there’s something I want to give you. I hope you will accept it.”
Toko-san brought a neatly folded fabric from the back.
“Wow, I wonder what this is? Can I spread it out?” said Asha.
“This, is a skirt that I designed myself back in the day. Do you know what a circular skirt is? It goes around like this, light, and has a beautiful silhouette. I think this will look great on you.”
Asha took off her denim pants right there and then and tried on the skirt presented to her by Toko-san.
“See! When you move, it flows, so beautiful and lovely! Look, look! It makes you want to dance. This is the kind of clothes I want to design. Thank you, Toko-san!”

Asha twirled in front of the mirror, marvelled at how the skirt moves, and moved about like a giddy school girl.