As we were preparing to leave Appalagraharam, a young tailor named Jaya came over to Nirmala’s home to meet me. She had not been at home the other day when we went to visit the other tailors in the village. She had stitched the bags with multiple compartments that we would market as carry-all totes, or the equivalent of diaper bags though with a name that does not suggest the use of diapers. Maybe Baby Totes. She had also stitched the new model nursing kurta, with a V-shaped front and snaps.
Among our new tailors, she was stitching the most neatly. So I looked even more closely at her work, to generate a checklist so that we would have a flawless product that people could order directly from the village and receive by post, without my serving as an intermediary.
As I examined the seams and snaps, she and Nirmala started talking quietly. After a few minutes Nirmala told me, “ఆవడికి చాల రోజులు నించి ఇక్కడ నొప్పి ఉంది” (she has been having pain here), pointing to the chest area. Continue reading