The Kruti Woman
“What’s Kruti?” he asked confused.
“You know the women’s project in Akshara?” I explained with a you-don’t-know-this-?-tone.
“Ah ok.” He was still confused.
Kruti is a still a baby. The initiative has been around only for a year. Maybe, that’s why there is always an optimistic enthusiasm in the Akshara office; something that you sometimes lose being at UWC MC as one gets carried away with its forever packed, intense life.
A spark flickers in the girl’s eyes, coupled with a mature understanding of the machine’s movements. The sewing machine rolls and what comes out is a simple fabric, but it is made of cumbersome training in working with different kinds of stitches. It is an outfit visualised that maybe turned out very different.
The girls who work at Kruti come from fascinating backgrounds. Some tell you, “My husband lives here, but my home is actually far away.” Other say, “I started this Kruti thing with Vrushali and the other girl.” “Oh we have so many palajos we just stitched, let me show you.” They tell me with that swag.
A girl said, “Oh no, I can’t model for these clothes,” and shies away as we prepare to take pictures.
“But you made them.” She smiles, agrees and poses.
They don’t force it or even try; they’re born models for their clothes. While we exasperate when the internet dies for five minutes, the girl bounces around never letting you know that she was abused at home the day before. She will chirp and talk and the so called language barrier doesn’t exist.
I feel guilty almost, attempting to write of these girls like I know them. They seem to have too many dimensions to comprehend and they change in curious ways every day. As my second year ticks away like a time bomb, they girls grow to be an intense part of my life.
By Garima Dahiya, Student Volunteer, UWC MC’ 15