Blogs

An Entry of not so important Particulars

. A night of gentle breeze With the full moon Noise of the fan rattling But if you listen carefully you can hear the leaves rustling I can feel the breeze On my legs Wearing my Anokhi cotton shorts Its’ not really quiet I can hear the horn sound's on the road And the remains of the day in my head The energy of sleep around my eyes , but the night is alive and I don’t want to tuck In yet Maybe the energy of the moon in the sky So tempted to go upstairs And watch the sky and the moon Or the moon on the sky Leaves seem to be happy Maybe I can play some music Am I aware of the smell the breeze is carrying ? A slight smell of the soil , the earth - We are walking on The earth we glide , run , fall , stand . The earth that our foot comes in contact everytime we walk What do I want to do ? Cloth making ? Writing ? Just random things I enjoy ? Maybe write a poem book , Just for myself Some dotted lines , flowers and words? A book about self and lines Layered. I am keeping it open . Not boxing myself in . Made a Shirt that meant “ Unboxed “ Made a another shirt that said “ Wearing my heart out there right in front , somedays on the sleeve too “ The Breeze is carrying the smell of the soil My sinus has blocked one half of my nostril Can you really be aware of all your senses ? I wish I can be aware of :) I Try. And Uploading these shirts by this week Hopefully ! —— Very and not very Random Thoughts as words

More

Moon Child

Thoughts and feelings that I tried Wording. 26.3.2012 I don’t remember if I was ever sacred of the sky as a child . Night sky in particular and I don’t remember when this attachment with the moon happened . Maybe the movies ?Maybe the terrace walks , the combination of the gentle night breeze and the presence of the softest yellow thing in the sky , romance ? Maybe because I am a Cancerian. My Heart says - I am connected to this soft yellow gentle somewhat round thing on the sky and it evokes a feeling of familiarity in me . It doesn’t make happy happy , But the moon makes me feel the love I have for this life ,Maybe. So when my 8 year old comes up with me to the terrace on a night that had a dark Violet tinge with twinkling ( seriously the stars twinkled ) stars , he said if he could hold my hand as he was scared to look up to the sky because it was vast and he doesn’t know what lies beyond . That's how I feel sometimes when I think about life - Its vast and I don’t know what lies ahead. Maybe I felt that way too when I was a child and at that time I do not know if I even knew to express that I felt that way . As a child myself ( most of the time , I like being one and I still consider myself a child) I felt how beautiful that moment was for me to hear Ved express - To express the fear innocently and asking for support knowing holding hand would help him in someway . I wish I could do that too , To word it - To say that I am scared because of ( so and so ) and can I hold your hand :) How simple is this yet most of the times I forget that its that simple :) And all I am saying is that its okay to be scared and it’s a beautiful thing to express and to find support. (Maybe I am saying this to myself but just in case it was what you needed to hear today ) Have a good day and I enjoyed the Lunar eclipse , hope you did to. Love to All the "Moon Childs” out there!! Sharing few photographs of clothes and thoughts and some lines that I did.

More

To seek & Receive comfort

Thoughts, In Quarantine - Writing from, Mettupalayam. This little town has always had my heart, I have always felt content with what it has taught me, and it continues to do so in its own way, everyday. Kalki, for me, has been about connecting with people, clothes being my medium of sharing my thoughts and expressing myself out there. When Kalki started to take shape physically - building a connection with the people here was a natural thing for me to do - to make it more sustainable and contributive, I took in people to work with Kalki from in and around Mettupalayam. Kalki space is set up at my grandfather’s house. The way the house gave space for me to come in and make it my own , the way it embraced me tenderly with its warmthness- was something that gently touched everyone - the warmthness , be it on the clothes or us who were handling them. I miss my space , All of us at Kalki do. From the rest of us, Jahangir is the only artisan from elsewhere, He is from Kolkata, he’s been with us for 6 years now. All the beautiful embroidery that is on our dresses, shirts, cushions are done by him - The way Jahangir understands my way of seeing, be it the placement of the motif , the colours used - we rarely differ - Sometimes he says madam ji “yeh color acha nahi lagta hai” (the colour won’t look nice), sometimes I ask him to do a French knot instead of a satin filling stitch . He’s been living in our farm , along with families who have been with us helping us take care of our farm. In the present situation - The fact that it’s not safe for him to travel to Kolkata and him not being able to be there with his family is hard for him. But what came out this situation was something much more evolved and real Everyone made sure to be there for him in their own way , having realised what Jahangir might need now - of being able to understand that feeling and being a comfort for him. A simple act of asking him “ Did you eat ?” “ What did you cook today ?” Do not worry, all of us are in the same situation - you are not alone. simple and real. To seek and receive comfort . I wrote , “Pause , reflect” - Inspired from this simple act of comfort Jahangir is relaxed , well taken care of - His family is not anxious and knows that he is safe here and have asked him not to travel. Warmly, K.

More