Kapdhe mein yaad hai/The memory held in cloth Block by block, line by line, wood slabs hand-carved, palms pressing the blocks firm, overseeing the slips and bleeds, breaks of chatter, keeping the mess, leaving it unpolished.
Patterns derived from symbolism, older than cloth, worked, worn, and wiped down, are still persistent. Holding crumbs of reminiscence, reconnection, and coming together after a long journey.
Conversations shared over stray crumbs, the fabric gathers to capture what is left behind: gestures, spills, warmth, and the quietness after, imprinting memory into every wrinkle.