Reminiscing the past
Shamlu: I remember in distinct frames of tinted colours on the day this nation was born, I was a 9-year-old girl, we lived in Karachi and I went to a Sindhi school that practiced Gandhian philosophies. We eventually moved to Delhi after the partition where my father joined Government of India and I went to Lady Irwin School where I learnt the Kantha stitch from Ms. Lahiri, a Bengali teacher. Life is indeed a package of mysterious surprises.
Malika: I was my father’s little princess and my brother’s protected angel. I cherish the days when my mom used to always wait for me after I return from school and indulge in my happiness. Being part of the renowned Loreto School and knowing that the school and my mother instilled a great value system brings an immense pride that will never be reciprocated in mere words.
Shamlu: The mathematician in me looks at this rectangular piece of cloth but the unique bond it forges with the woman who drapes it make the sari an exquisite garment. I have always worn two strands of pearls with some heavy silver jewelry which has stood with me till now.
Malika: The subtle mixture of western clothes and traditional Indian pieces reflect my personality.The glorious Indian embroideries and the interesting silhouettes of the western fashion intrigue me at the same level.
Shamlu: This resplendent maroon coloured Kanjivaram from Madras is from an era when the dasis wore it to the temples. The large frayed borders is an ode to its journey and the artistry of the weavers. The silver hookah belonged to Nawab Wajid Ali Shah who was the 10th and last Nawab of Awadh. It was gifted to my husband Vijay by his grandfather RB Manmohan.
Malika: Every family has material things that are dear to their members that get passed down from generation to generation. But there are also strong family values that get imbibed in our system which has a whole different meaning as years goes by.