My grand ma had to work a lot and there was just no opportunity for women to stay home and take care of their children,she had to take care of cattles(collect their dung,make cow dung cakes clean cattle shed)she had to fetch water from well,churn milk, after household and animal husbandry tasks she had to go to farm for rest of the day and return home at dusk . Just like grand ma, I spent my childhood, all school breaks in a remote village with no electricity, TV or other advantages of civilization. I am not regretting it, it was a very happy childhood. We were always outside, playing, reading, helping in the nohara (A semi-covered area with some boundary for keeping the livestockavar ) and our farm the whole day. We didn’t have electricity, reading good books with the kerosene lantern light, no refrigerator, storing the food underground, no washing machine, walking miles on sandy path and washing the clothes in the pond water, no market in the village , picking up our fresh veggies like guavar fali, channa saag, saangari, kaachri, kaachar,petha,ghiya,tindsi from our farm and bitoda area and getting the water from the well (it was my favorite activity ever!!!).
My Gandma was a very important person in my life, a hardworking and loving woman. And she left such an important impact on my life. Gandma left Bagar, her birth place after her marriage when she was 12 years of age and now lives in Bhiwani District of Haryana One year she went to spend her vacation with her parents who live in her grandparent’s house and she found there a bag full of yarn that was hand-spun by my grandma’s grandma many years ago. She brought that yarn with her when returned to her own house It was so inspiring and emotional to see this yarn and it was a beginning of a wonderful journey of creating something absolutely unique – raw minimally processed traditional Haryanvi desi cotton. And this is how my love for hand spun raw cotton yarn developed. And I learned all the spinning related tasks including preparing charkha to spun.
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