Hai, I want these to be the opening pages of a fat novel I can read forever and ever! Write it already, Alaknanda -- I will be your most ardent reader β¨
It ended too soon. I loved it all. Especially the hand embroidered pillow covers and baby clothes women- I always wanted to be like those and I am still trying. πͺ»π·πΉ
I'm here for the hot rice and daal with ghee and a bit of aloo ki sabzi :)
Also, I lie. I actually went from Mumbai/AbuDhabi/Aligarh/Patna to Jamshedpur (to my Maamu's) while pursuing my BSc. I still remember being in awe of the wide roads and the greenery, Alaknanda! You described it so well :)
Hai, I want these to be the opening pages of a fat novel I can read forever and ever! Write it already, Alaknanda -- I will be your most ardent reader β¨
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Alaknanda, I love this essay so much π
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It ended too soon. I loved it all. Especially the hand embroidered pillow covers and baby clothes women- I always wanted to be like those and I am still trying. πͺ»π·πΉ
ππΏπ©΅ They will have these one room exhibitions at home with some handmade things and neighbours will come and visit and they will serve chai with homemade snacks - very unassuming but very industrious at the same time!
And even if they sold anything they probably spent more on chai and snacks. βΊοΈ
Very likelyπ
That first paragraph is pure gold Alaknanda β€οΈ. And yes, asking mothers should be good enough! A gentle yet fierce post - so you.
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Wow. So weβll written. I grew up in Pune, but so lovely to see the women through your wonderful description.π
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I'm here for the hot rice and daal with ghee and a bit of aloo ki sabzi :)
Also, I lie. I actually went from Mumbai/AbuDhabi/Aligarh/Patna to Jamshedpur (to my Maamu's) while pursuing my BSc. I still remember being in awe of the wide roads and the greenery, Alaknanda! You described it so well :)
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loved reading it again!