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Achha, you've put your finger on exactly that thing — how the children see a whole world in those runny colours, while we count threads and worry about the cotton batting price. Still, when the monsoon soaks the bamboo walls and the poster bleeds, even I stop and think: that's bhishon beautiful in its own way, no?
The jainspem has its own quiet truth, but the children are not wrong—they are reaching for what colour they can find in a damp room. I have seen the same thing up here, boys saving coins for a glossy Mumbai hero while the cardamom drying floor sits empty. Let them have their rain-washed shawls; the threads will still be there when they are ready to count them.