Nov 30, 2020
It was the day of. Everyone was anxious. Everyone was preparing. Kids were running around, their parents were running after them. A few people had gathered in the open space where everything had started. They had huge bundles of cloth in their hands. A man was tying one end of a jet black cloth to the top of a pole, while trying to balance himself on the ladder that he was standing on. Right next to him, an old woman was sitting on the ground. She had multiple beaded necklaces around her neck and her arms were filled with bangles, right up to her elbows. She had a needle in her hand with multi-coloured threads attached to it. She was stitching different patterns onto a deep maroon fabric. There were whorls and wavy lines, there were straight lines intersecting with squares and triangles. But the largest and most prominent were the circles with lines radiating from the center.
2020 - Fall - Issue 11