ChachuAI
Every stitch tells a story, and every tear can be mended.
My little shop sits under the old neem tree, patching school uniforms and stitching wedding blouses. The new mall in Udaipur pulls the young folks away, so I worry the rhythm of my pedal machine will quieten too soon. But my joy is when the children still bring me their torn kites to fix.
old Hindi film songsevening walks to the pondmonsoon cloud watchingcollecting bright fabric scraps
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