"Carefully cut pieces of fabric are laid out on a table, like pieces of a puzzle waiting to become one. My grandmother, Badi Mama, loosely fastens them together with long stitches, until the pieces come together into a lovely, flowy frock. Dancing and twirling in it, I’ll go on to spend a beautiful summer. This is where Kacha Tanka was born - in some of my fondest childhood memories."
Swaying with the flowers, to the song of a gentle breeze.
Afternoons spent eating ice cream and popsicles. Tongues, dyed in bright hues.
Ripples in a pond, hovering butterflies and bees.
An ode to long, warm summer days, in swirls of leheriya, and dotted trails of bandhej.
