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With his mother and sisters, Biju would roll and press the finished cloth till it became a
tight little package to be opened only to display to a customer.
Biju always wondered why Ma never wore these beautiful saris. Every year, she bought
two cotton saris printed in the big city mills for Dussehra and never showed any interest
in the saris Bapa created for women who lived in faraway cities. He had once asked her,
‘Ma, why don’t you wear the silk saris that Bapa weaves?’
Ma had smiled. ‘I can only do that if you or your father becomes a rich man.’
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