12/07/2023
What a lovely memory came to my feed today from 2015!!
I am sitting with my Naani Maa (grandmother) who is spinning wool fleece and turning into yarn on her spinning wheel. I vividly remember her gesture from my childhood days, how her body get into a rhythm and her specific hand movements to spin the wheel with a bird symbol engraved on it.
We are sitting out side of Gadal (local Rajasthani name to a common sitting area outside of the home, anyone can come, sit, talk, take rest while walking to one village to another or have some chai or lunch depends on the time of the day. This was a thatched roof using local materials (every summer skilled locals used to come a make a new one, which will then sustain for a year or more, or sometime they just come and mend few parts) floor was made out of mud plaster, cow/sheep dung and local pond’s specific type of mud) once all the work is done. My aunt. Mother and some of the kids sit around and decorate it with hand paintings on floor and walls. There was no electricity, in mid summers also this place was always cool ✨
