Weavers weave the magic of the hilly terrains... of melodious chantings... of flower buds falling... of all the things she saw around... knotting them closely in each string.. keeping their warmth alive in every thread... These handwoven cotton fabrics are recollection memories straight from Assam... pick these up & create something beautiful... Let these patterns speak for you...
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At the heart of it all... closest to its spirit, where nature is at its best… time too takes a pause & breathes! …Steep mountains make their way into the narrow trails of Hajo; in the Kamrup district of Assam, submerged under dense flora & fauna...lush green greets the eye and hillocks dot the scenery… birds chirping, insects buzzing… rings a melody from ear to ear... a tranquility found nowhere… This little village
Festivals are approaching & so is the vigor in people. It’s a sight to behold; everyone is working together... decorating their houses, streets, and spaces of public gathering. Men brush away the dust from their old musical instruments, Women prepare traditional dishes while humming the Bihu Geet… mouthwatering aroma is giving a sweet tooth to everyone around! Little hands overflow with sweet delights, marching in joy through the hilly patches are their tiny but firm feet. Jumping… rolling in amusement. The elder recites the folklores out loud to the younger ones with sheer joy… People of all sorts tap their feet together to nature’s music. Finally, the Shinga (horn) is blown… marking the onset of Bohag Bihu or Rongali Bihu, the Assamese new year. Prayers pour in... People from every part, every corner, irrespective of caste, creed or religious backgrounds gather to mark the beginning of the auspicious festival.
Day breaks & a rollercoaster of crazy affairs begins…cattle’s are given a nice bath in a nearby pond, decorated with colorful ornaments and offered good food… a way of thanking them for the good harvest. Dressed in their best the whole village summons in the field to witness the festive grandeur of the day… Men& women take up the stage, men dressed in Dhotis & a Gamocha, used as a head band; women in their traditional Mekhala, with a Chaddar covering their upper body, hair adorned with flowers walk hand in hand swaying with the spirit of spring. Music starts &a frenzy wave takes up the whole place, moving everything in unison… tapping feet, the sound of flutes, the sound of singing, the Bihugeet, the flip-flap of the leaves, the hissing fields, the chuckling birds...
Quite intrigued by this naturally plaing orchestra... Onu watches it all with amazed eyes from the quite canopy of his secret place, the banyan tree. But the Bihugeet & the beautiful attires trigger in him the same sensation of festivity that seems to have taken over the entire village and he rushes down immediately... to find his old grandmother humming the spiritual song. Spinning silk threads with her nimble fingers, her silver mane shines like moonlight against the gold of .... fields... a sight of rare existance ... indicating something special... Like a phenomenon. She speaks “what are you doing here you should be in the fields”. Onu speaks up “you have never been to the fields how do you know this song?” she smiles with a gentle kindness & picks up an old piece of cloth from her side & gives it to him. “This is my first Mekhala Chador, spun & woven by me when I was young. I used to dance all day long wearing this… but that’s all in the past” she murmurs. Mesmerized! Onu looks at the little stories woven into a mere cloth… Every evening thereafter Onu would stop by narrating the bits & pieces of the festivities to her, in his broken but heartfelt expression, making her a part of celebrations again & in return the old lady would feed the kid with some great stories of her times & beyond. She knew it all.... from the forest to the hills…from the bustling flora to the streaming rivers...
One fine day, she took him on a little tour where several Xipini, the female weavers were working... few spinning yarns from fine cotton, few engrossed in dyeing it into vivid colors... "The weaving in Assam is Assam has one of the richest traditions of woven textiles made from different materials and by using a variety of techniques.Textiles produced such as mekhela chador, dohkona and risha saris with beautiful designs are collectors' items & a must in every occasion in the Assamese socio-cultural life. Handloom textiles and designs not only have economic importance but are associated with the symbolism of social customs of people here. A
After making an align all the tools required for the waving process; the spindle, spinning machine, warp drum or pegs, bobins and a loom.
The click-clack of the old loom & big smiles on their faces takes Onu by surprise... readying him to weave all his beautiful childlike narrations. Singing the bihugeet & telling stories about the Assamese warriors who would march to the battlefield wearing ‘wonder working and evil averting KavachKapor or talisman cloth’, the yarn of which must be spun and woven in course of one single night, the women now chatter only through shuttles. The delicate hands move on their own... weaving patterns of nature in a rhythm...the expert hands weaves magic at last!
The celebrations come to an end eventually but the exchange of stories and ideas between them goes on forever. He would tell her about his everyday routine in his broken but adorable to her narration & she would spin all of them into colorful fine threads...
|Made by||Artisans working with Atut|
|Product details||Paat is the Assamese term for leaf. Baby Pink pure cotton fabric with perfectly blended navy Blue tree leaf pattern. Best choice for summers.|
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|Note||♦ The items in this category are non-refundable & non-returnable. ♦ The product is only eligible for a refund or exchange in the case of damage or defect. ♦ This product has been woven by hand and may have slight irregularities that are a natural outcome of the human involvement in the process. ♦ Colour – Slight different from the digital image. ♦ The price stated is for 1 meter of fabric. Quantity 1 is equal to 1 meter.|
|Care||Gentle handwash with salt for the first time. 5% shrinkage expected.|
|COD - Option||Not Available|