Memories of home and work as a child are etched in my mind. I began my craft early. I was twelve when I started helping my father. Weaving was our life. It was always all around us and we just picked it up. No one sat down to teach us.
I took after my father, weaving what he did. My son follows me now. We wove and continue to weave shawls amongst many other things. As years went by, we began employing people too. The pace of work and production increased. I have traveled far and wide through the country—Bangalore, Delhi, Bombay, Jaipur and many other places. I have worked through the ups and down, highs and lows that life brought on its wake. If not this, what else would I do?
I am old now, yet I find myself often at the loom. It’s what makes me happy, keeps me going.
