We arrived at six. The loom had been awake for an hour already — the warp dressed, the punch-cards loaded, a small clay diya lit by Subir Da's wife at the doorway.
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Atelier
Inside the Bishnupur Loom
Forty days, one Baluchari. A morning with master weaver Subir Das.
Anirban Sen · Contributing Writer · 8 min read
