In the bowels of the dark North Kolkata houses I have visited, and in the provincial small town I still call my home, I have grown up with old bedsheets, scraps of cloth returned by the tailor, sturdy old discoloured curtains, the brocade or heavy mill borders of sarees that are too old, discoloured, beginning to tear, carefully stored in secret treasure troves of rusty trunks and peeling dressers. Even as I stole from them indiscriminately to furnish my dolls' wardrobes, I would see the three kinds of thread (always the three, along with the two kinds of needles) assembled, hoarded among what most of my grandfathers and uncles called #feminine junk. And then, when the household slept during scorching, heavy afternoons, the menfolk snored or were out doing the important work, the sheets would be spread on a clean reed matting on the floor, the needles and carefully matched threads would come out of the sewing boxes, and stories would be woven on and around the patched, layered quilts we call #kantha . Some would be big enough to cover a bed. Some others would be especially made and frequently passed on to the latest pregnant household as a rare trousseau. All had stories, sometimes openly embroidered on, some gossiped around while stitching quietly enough to not raise the men and children. Some stories were secret, like the particular design an aunt had learnt on train while travelling to Puri from a woman in a burqua, or the bedsheet that was too discoloured to be thrown away, but someone had especially liked it and bought it with their allowance saved ten times over.
I miss their visibility.
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Syre, a beautiful confusion.
The story of a boy who chased the sunset until it chased him.
Never quite sure about his placement or where he's been in this pink world or why nothing ever made sense.
He knew that he had loved and had been loved.
I saw this on Facebook:
"#TomHiddleston and Josh Brolin said the scene we saw of Loki in Infinity war was his last scene.
WE'RE NOT SAYING WE ARE NOT GOING TO SEE #LOKI AGAIN.
Tom Hiddleston is CONFIRMED for Avengers 4. We're going to see him.
BUT we got to see these photos of Tom shooting in Atlanta last year. So, those scenes (We believe are flashbacks) have already been shot.
NOW... We're not Tom. We're not #Marvel . We can't confirm anything even though you have got theories about Loki being alive. We just have to WAIT for the movie to come out and SEE what happens with the character. There's no need to start a 'fight'." 🙏🏻 (Via Facebook: Tom Hiddleston - Army).
#TomHiddleston 💋 #Loki 💚 #avengersiw#notmine
🗣💯#Repost @itsapostleb (@get_repost)
People will remember everything except for what they did to you! Hear me, when you are forced to upgrade your attitude towards a person based on negligence, or intentional hurt, you are under no obligation to inform the offender of your change of heart. When people do shady stuff, make a mental note... and move on. Goodnight #notmine#butstillgood