Random Reflections

One woman, myriad roles. Seemingly seamless morphing from one to the other, shreds of one manifestation latching onto the other. Mother, wife, daughter, employee, manager, friend, leader, instructor, student, teacher, musician, artiste, performer. When a teacher, sticky bits of mum are difficult to remove, like chewing gum caught in hair. A teacher also encapsulates within herself her student avatar in order to engage with the one being taught. When a student, all remnants of ego must be cast aside to absorb the gift of the teacher. Difficult as blobs of self professed artiste still remain. With a wife, familiarity and being comfortable turns this into friendship, kinship at the expense of romance. And a mum has dabs of daughter, to understand her children. No one role is independent of another – No role is mutually exclusive.
Much like Sarees. A silk thread, cotton thread, gold thread, a warp thread here, a weft yarn there – proportions of parts making a whole, and each whole, each fabric, each role a unique one yet formed from an amalgamation of these individual parts.
Draped this orange, green bordered Pune cotton for my class. Matched with a brown orange checkered cotton blouse. (Saree presented by a friend as an arangetram/seemantham/valaikappu (performance/baby shower) gift on 20th December 1993. In my 7th month of pregnancy, my baby shower was held in the morning, and in the evening a 3 hour performance).