There is a carpenter in me. And a weaver.
From the time I was a child I have been drawn to these two crafts.
I don't know why.
Being a thoroughbred city girl the only carpentry I saw up close was in films or in the form of finished products at home. Sames goes for weaving too.
Thus the fascination for these two crafts beats me.
The fascination is not for the end products of these two crafts, but it is for the actual work.
I even once came close to enrolling myself in a carpentry workshop. But the master carpenter thought I was a little cukooo in the head and that I would be a distraction to the boys in the class and refused to entertain my "madness".
There is always a smile on my face when I day dream and create situations in my head where I spend my days weaving baskets and doing some fascinating carpentry.
My mother says I need more fresh air to clear my head of all those cobwebs.
But I say, `those cobwebs' help me escape into worlds, which I otherwise wouldn't see and experience.
This is an image of a weave by the women of North Eastern India. Of course, I don't even need this image to go into my head and travel all the way up to Sikkim or Assam and be a woman of the hill tribe, breathing fresh air, inhaling the fragrance of flowers, herbs and roots, feeling the earth under my feet and the textured, soothing weave between my fingers, as I weave beautiful baskets...or whatever....well, this can be addictive....!
As my mother says, maybe I do need some fresh air...
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