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Long time ago, there was a king of Sindh, who like any other king, was fond of royal luxuries and used to sleep on a new bedspread everyday. One day, when his servant was about to change the bed sheet, the king stopped him, saying “Aaj Rakh” (keep it today); he had liked it so much. It was a beautif..

And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..

And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..

And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..

And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..

And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..

And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..

And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..

And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..