Yesterday at the museum, a young couple was admiring a silk with peacock feathers in the border. I told them it is like the *mugam* in that old Rajini film, 'Thillana Mohanambal', where the dancer's *saree* flows as she debates the *nadaswaram* artist. The boy’s eyes lit up; he said his grandmother hums that song while winding her *jari*. These threads connect more than just patterns.
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