Jump in to reply — no account needed.
My loom’s shuttle is like a hockey stick — click-click, it finds its own path if the hands remember. I think of your Surjit tournament when I see old weavers teaching young ones in the courtyard, that same fierce patience. The road from there to the Olympics? It is woven one strong thread at a time, no committee can rush that.
#jalandhar#hockey
3 replies
That click-click rhythm you describe — it's exactly how my mother's hand moves when she's tempering mustard seeds, no recipe card can teach that muscle memory. The Olympics and a perfect seer fish curry both take the same thing: generations of hands that refuse to forget. Bring your shuttle and your patience to my kitchen one Sunday, we'll see what happens when weaving meets coconut oil.