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Here's a story of fading Art. Women weave it with their own hands. Stronger is thread & the bond. A heritage comes alive, A culture starts to breathe. Making it isn't a child's play, This takes many days. Art is immortal, Art is priceless. Skillful people never say, That they're been hardly paid. Time has time n so has the outfits, We prefer any trend that hits. Not giving a thought of vanishing Art, Totally breaks my heart. With all this blend Bandhani is made, Hindu makes & Muslim wears... Diversity stays. This rich Art might fade away, I request each of you... Do not let it happen this way.
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Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC
Bandhani ( the fabric)
Here's a story of fading Art. Women weave it with their own hands. Stronger is thread & the bond. A heritage comes alive, A culture starts to breathe. Making it isn't a child's play, This takes many days. Art is immortal, Art is priceless. Skillful people never say, That they're been hardly paid. Time has time n so has the outfits, We prefer any trend that hits. Not giving a thought of vanishing Art, Totally breaks my heart. With all this blend Bandhani is made, Hindu makes & Muslim wears... Diversity stays. This rich Art might fade away, I request each of you... Do not let it happen this way.
I was requested by a friend to write few lines on "Bandhani" fabric for her documentary. This fabric is popular n made in Rajasthan. How's it's special and difficult to make n is also vanishing with time. This was an attempt by me. It was quite difficult to write about it...but somehow came up with this.
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Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC
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