Fabric-making in India goes back a very long time, varies by region and its beautiful products are of such ubiquity and stunning variety as to be, in a way, self-canceling: you come to expect what would be exceptional somewhere else. The poorest woman in the slum is clad in a saree which is rarely mono-chromatic but combines patterns and colors that belong together.
These women are from an earlier post, “Saree Circle,” about women in a low-income rural area. If they are poor, look how richly they are attired and the beautiful expressions on their faces. Does one contribute to the other?
Here again is the woman asleep on the streets of Mumbai with her child that struck me so hard. Her clothing does not suggest her condition, nor does that of her child.
Here’s a picture of young women who work at Vindhya for modest pay, completely typical of everyday dress, although this is not ordinary food.
The woman who brings me tea twice a day and cleans up after lunch looks as put together as the queenof Siam.
I asked the woman who runs Vindhya if it was just my poor memory or had she not worn the same saree once in the last two months? Indeed, that was true. Here's a picture of today’s gold along with me in a Kurta, just received from Sudhindra Kundapura as a going away present.
While this is not the least bit related, I can report that I have not heard a single swear word while here, or any expression the least bit blue. Swearing and obscenity goes on in what I have read but not in English in my refined circles.
Slightly more closely related is this fact just in: 11 percent of all the gold in the world is worn by Indian women. Women may not have equality but they carry around the family wealth.