
Harem Pants, Diwali & The Footprint We Leave
A story about Diwali, an uncut cloth and what we leave behind. You know that evening before Diwali by its smell first. A clean home, ghee, marigold, wet chalk and the kitchen already ahead of schedule. And at some door, a small pair of footprints, pressed in rice or vermilion, toes pointing in. Someone spent twenty ca…