There is little that excites the Indian as much as a film shoot. Or even just a camera. Or a strange woman wandering amidst the goats and buffaloes wielding a smartphone. Suddenly lads become heroes. So I played along. What can you tell me about Chanderi, I asked. Notice the confidence, notice the smiles.
This jostling exuberant group of children and youth are the future of Chanderi weaving? They seem quite optimistic about it, which for a textile lover, is wonderful.
He says that he is a weaver.
