This is the same pattern that I mentioned in a prior post. Like I said there, I wanted to make one in white and I did, this time for Amma (my mother).
Appaji (my father) always wore 'kachche panche' (Dhoti) and 'jubba', in pure white cotton or off white silk. These days, he wears only the other version, lungi. Growing up we have watched and helped Amma in her routine of washing, rinsing in 'neeli', (Robin liquid blue), and drying his clothes in the sun and getting them ironed making sure he had clean, crisp and pure white clothes always ready. I was imagining the two of them together, Appaji in his pristine white attire along with Amma draped in this shawl next to him! I wish I acted on this thought and got a picture of them like that when I visited them recently. They don't get out much these days and neither are the winters long or cold where they live, so this might just lay neatly folded in the Godrej bureau in their room. But I wanted to bring this to her nevertheless. To me, like my younger daughter says, it is like keeping a piece of me with my mother.
I am grateful that I was able to spend a couple of weeks with my parents, at their pace. Despite the stream of frequent phone calls, I look forward to these visits once every 1.5 to 2 years.
Appaji (my father) always wore 'kachche panche' (Dhoti) and 'jubba', in pure white cotton or off white silk. These days, he wears only the other version, lungi. Growing up we have watched and helped Amma in her routine of washing, rinsing in 'neeli', (Robin liquid blue), and drying his clothes in the sun and getting them ironed making sure he had clean, crisp and pure white clothes always ready. I was imagining the two of them together, Appaji in his pristine white attire along with Amma draped in this shawl next to him! I wish I acted on this thought and got a picture of them like that when I visited them recently. They don't get out much these days and neither are the winters long or cold where they live, so this might just lay neatly folded in the Godrej bureau in their room. But I wanted to bring this to her nevertheless. To me, like my younger daughter says, it is like keeping a piece of me with my mother.
I am grateful that I was able to spend a couple of weeks with my parents, at their pace. Despite the stream of frequent phone calls, I look forward to these visits once every 1.5 to 2 years.
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