Eshwar smiled and led him to a wooden loom. "Wait for the sun," the old man whispered. As the light broke through the canopy, the weaver began his work.
The traveler left, carrying with him a piece of the hills, while the mist closed in behind him, keeping the secret of the weaver safe for the next wanderer. beautiful southindainzip
: First, he used yarn dyed with the essence of tea leaves, representing the rolling hills that stretched into Kerala . Eshwar smiled and led him to a wooden loom