Nine Meters To Centimeters:Evolution of Sari

The sun sets while the loyal footsteps of a shadow enveloped in a drape of rudhira walks down from one corner of the house to another in obedience. Multiple jobs and multiple voices call out her name every second, asking for a lifelong performance. Happiness in the smiles of others, the belief that is carried; ingratitude is ignored. Selling pieces of herself for their sake, vaulting the tears in a closet and wishing for the dawn to come sooner. The image of her likeness stands up, and cuts the cramp of her sheets of toil, metamorphosing it into a modern art, walking down the streets under the sun of liberation.