I was born in the serenity of the Himalayas,
I was brought up under the silent sermons of the hills,
Using fingers on the silk of the hills; the game that I devoured,
My friend, the sheep; my ally in my discourse,
Oh yes, I am the bunker, the weaver
I welcome you with open arms, to the world where I belong,
Where the mornings are enlightened, and the nights are long,
Where fabric is philosophy, where the threads are romance,
I welcome you with open arms to the world of Kinnaur Handcrafted.
– the bunkar
BUNKAR- OUR WEAVER
Our weavers or Bunkars as they are known locally are the true artisans, with a relationship with their handmade looms a musician has to his instrument.
They live in the joint family systems thereby distributing work amongst various family members.
They are our weavers and they are our shepherds, rearing sheep to obtain the softest wool.
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