Under the intense Indian sun, I sat, enamored of the sparkle of beads and baubles, as these beautiful women carefully stitched. We share glances, smiles, we cannot speak to each other, but it is about women being surrounded by women. For me, a moment in time, out of time, in a place far away. A chance to draw, to marvel at the detail, to bring home some trinkets. For them, the way the days go, day in, day out, hoping for those like me to appreciate and support what they do, enough to make their day profitable. In honor of Women's History Month.
