She is a DREAMER – 2/5

Too sad to cry, her eyes looked down constantly. A smile that purposed to hide her grief conquered her face throughout the half an hour conversation that we had with this lady. This lady having, potential in the void spaces of her life, told us some cruel truth of this society with utmost pleasure, as if she was asking us to accept it because nobody has the audacity to change it. These reasons were holding her back.

Named Anjum and aged 23, she very proudly told us that she sewed ladies’ suits. This skill and knowledge was passed on to her by her mother. She had a sister who had acquired the same skill. A fellow member of khwaab was in search of such talents in their community. She had a conversation with her parents and managed to associate Anjum with khwaab. She taught all the other ladies sewing at the khwaab center. They together learnt and grew up with skills.

Anjum has this amazing talent of managing khwaab and all its members. She can keep in pace with all the work that was allotted by the fellows of khwaab. Moving forward in the conversation, our questions became inquisitive about her education and interest in further persuasion of the same. She stated that she had completed her schooling 2 years back and now has no plans of graduation. Before she could answer in attempt to hide it, her eyes said it all. She was convincing herself by her own statements. Her family restrictions could not let her study and make herself independent. They never made her realize that an educated mind only can lead to a path of right freedom. Instead, she was told not to grow her capabilities. Her growing qualification will make her rise up and it will be difficult for her parents to find a right match for her, from their society. How else can this society maintain the male dominance?

For Anjum to have a life partner, she will have to lower down her possibilities so that they do not go above her husband’s qualifications. I was astonished to know this fact. She accepted it wholeheartedly, maybe because of no choice left. A choice to choose right for own life.

One step that she took forward with khwaab emerged as a hope in her life, but if we could not help her to fill light in this ray of hope, she will have to again sacrifice for her family.

Peeli dori wants to add a bright yellow to her life, so that she can shine. We want her to realize her potential and take her to that level of self-created independence, where no dominating power of this society can walk over her dream. Her dream to be a senior managing member of khwaab.

Dream a dream with Peeli Dori and Khwaab.

Credits:

Article: Niharika Choudhary

Illustration: Ananya Kumar

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She is a DREAMER – 1/5

She is a dreamer, she is a doer, she is a thinker and she is a woman of potential. POTENTIAL TO ORNAMENT LIVES OF OTHERS. HER SACRIFICES BECOMES HER STRENGTH.

She walks on the norms of life to impart light to others at every step. She has a vision and the caliber to achieve it.

She describes the women of KHWAAB – a platform that provides these women a path to achieve their dreams. A feeling of independence and self-respect reflected, when I met these women. The positive colour that they had for their dreams was commendable. They had the urge to learn, to create, to earn. Earn a living for their little children. Not much was there that they asked for. Just a good life and education for their sons and daughters. They had tears in their eyes but strength in their gestures. They wanted a ray of light and we were there to give that, holding a glimpse of the rising sun.

KHWAAB taught them to read, write, stitch, create and now peeli dori is there to breathe colors into their learnings. Enhancing and making them realize their hidden dreams is our sole purpose.

In the picture of the country’s growing economy, they can add a pixel. Growth is what they dream for. The enthusiasm and skills that they learn and create with, gives us hope that we can dream a dream with their Khwaab, adding yellow to lives.

Dream a dream with Peeli Dori and Khwaab.

 

Credits:

Article: Niharika Choudhary

Illustration: Ananya Kumar

The Compass is in Your Hands – 5/5

She was a breath-taking mosaic of battles. She had won, she had crossed limits, and times she had lived. She stood up ahead of all to call her own name, out loud. She had faith in her eyes, charm in her gestures and confidence in her posture. This is another soul, full of stars, whose circle had all yellow around. She had chosen the right colour to dominate all the darkness in her life.

Talking about her circle reminds me of her sound, which had a positive attraction, one can never ignore. I met her on the streets, while I was on my way to college. Surrounded by withered, torn books, there she was sitting with a weighing machine, that little life had a world in there. It was not a choice. This was given to her. But she had received it as a boon, a gift. What startled me most was the fact that she had built a cocoon to protect herself from the fast moving world around her. But a window was carved out to stay in touch with that world.

Whenever she saw passers-by, she would cry out loud with her high pitched yet soothing voice,” weight check kara lo!” and then she would go back to her beloved books. The disturbance did not bother her. Maybe it was not disturbance for her. Her priorities were decided upon. She was filling her circle with yellow. And bit by bit, it will be filled with many shades of yellow, one day, enough to overflow with contentment. After all she has borne the weight of many. The results are bound to occur, the yellow is bound to get warmer.

And each time I passed her by, she smiled in exchange for a penny, mumbling something from the all the books she had buried herself into, all the yellow she had covered herself with.

Relive the yellow with peeli dori.

 

Credits:

Article: Ananya Kumar

Illustration: Niharika Choudhary

The Compass is in Your Hands – 4/5

They had colours, they had life in, they believed somewhere in their heart about the potential that they are breathing. Their souls were alone even after having a family to take care of. They knew everything but no one ever came to know about what laid inside the bling of their eyes. Someone had truly seen them and still could not discover the right opening to their heart. Their hearts screamed freedom. Freedom with love, independence, care, and self-respect. They wanted to walk along, walk faster and show that they are capable of carrying a life and not just be an accessory to the men in their lives.

They were the feminine souls I came across, with faces hidden behind their dupattas. They had a glow that yearned for attention, for identity. Their efforts to shine with the colours of their attire, were fairly visible, in the lens of my camera.

They had a belief, a belief that could create. Hidden behind walls, they were sculpting lives. Yellow fabric covering the face, magenta saree and multicolour bangles, tinkling in their hands, told me a lot about their circle of life. The colours they had and the way they had painted it.

Thinking about these ladies, when I write this blog today, I am amused by the fact that how they saw the world, how they interpreted it with a screen of hued fabric that was always in front of their eyes. This thought is difficult to visualise but it was the reality of their circle, it still is. Far more different from what our circle is. Only their heart could say about the contents of their circle, a secret no one knows. What I could hear was a question filled with excitement, ‘’Photo kheech rahi ho beta?”

That essence of their voice left a lot of questions in my mind. Why are they so excited about the attention? Why are they thrilled at the thought of their photograph being clicked? Are they hoping to be recognised by somebody, or have they accepted that nobody can. After all nobody can have a glimpse of the eyes behind the coloured screen they had on their faces, all the time.

Let us help them come up and be recognised, because they deserve a lot more. They have little dreams with bigger determination. They are the brightly coloured feminine souls, I once came across.

Relive the yellow with peeli dori.

Credits:

Article: Ananya Kumar

Illustration: Niharika Choudhary