You only ever wear slippers. Even to Black Tie events.
When, after your capture, I saw them dragging you barefoot, I flinched. Even your humble slippers were gone.
A few weeks ago, Amma dug out my great grandmother’s (your grandmother’s) sari. “Make your art with it,” she said “use your Boro Nani’s sari for something good.”
So this week I dug your London slippers out of our cupboard and made casts of them with Boro Nani’s sari and rice starch. And stitched the rips with threads pulled out of my mother’s old saris.