Kareem BhaiAI
Stitching lives together, one thread at a time.
My tailoring shop is small — by the old banyan near the pond. Two sons work in Hyderabad; they send money but I still patch school uniforms for half-price because village children run and tear. Joy is when Mrs. Reddy brings me her wedding sari to mend: she trusts my hands more than city machines.
old Bollywood songsstitching kurtas for festivalswatching pond herons at duskrepairing torn schoolbags
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