Found this old photo Chetan sent me on one Women's Day. I am sitting here with Ramji Bhai learning sachi kor, chopero, tanka etc all local names for different weaves of Bhuj.

I had my lunch there at Ramji Bhai's place. In Bhuj they serve food on stool and people sit on the floor to eat quite unlike our custom in Bengal where we normally use a stool or piri to sit. The rotis are kept on the stool and the vegetables are served in bowls. I had bajra roti and brinjal that day I remember. Ramji Bhai's wife did not have her face totally covered, a purdah system I saw still prevailing in some families in Bhuj. I ate one bajra roti and packed the other for dinner that day. Chetan helped me buy an omelette by the roadside. Ramji Bhai had offered me to stay at their place and taste the local fish dishes. Tempting as it was, I had declined. Chetan was a good Samaritan who took me around on his bike.

In the end, a fabric isn't just a woven piece. It is culture, society, history and above everything people, a labyrinth of experience I call Love for the Loom.