I grew up in the time-stops-still sleepy town of Karimganj in the eastern fringes of Assam, an arduous three hours drive from Silchar, on the banks of the green – black Kushiara river. It was a happy hamlet, far removed from the complexities and hustle-bustle of urban mania. Where everybody knew everybody else. Where festivals were celebrated together and the community was one big happy family.
Even today I miss my growing up years in Karimganj – the warmth and the smiles, the unhurried pace of life, the bright sun and the lush green, the ancient river with her brawny boats, the silver fish and the garrulous birds, the violent nor’westers and the chilly winters……
My love for the mekhla-chador hails back to my days in Assam, my Assam. Here I wear a pale yellow mekhla-chador, lovingly embroidered with moss green threadwork, a nostalgic trip down some of the happiest years of my life