But if Ethical Cashmere is to be authentic, I had to do what a Himalayan business person would. Would it help our weavers if I added something? And that was when he confessed that our weavers didn't have enough to buy food in lockdown.
“It’s very nice…” Nuraini said, looking at the photo I had sent.
“Yea… it’s a beautiful place…!” I murmured quietly. It was a view of the Kashmiri Himalayas, mostly bare of snow, but with the tops still lathered with white. “Where the bridge is, this is Dursuma. This is just after Wayul-"
During the 90s, the situation in Kashmir became worse, so my dad decided to move out because there were no tourists coming. So he didn't have any work as a guide. And a second thing, as a carpet weaver, he also didn't have a lot of work, because the situation was getting really bad in Kashmir at the time.
Yes, Dad was 4 years old, and he didn't learn it from his own father. He learned from one of my grandfather's friends. My grandfather said that 'If I taught him at home, he won't learn. But he would learn from outside, from other people.'