Saris Drying in the Sun

SHIV:  I have this childhood memory of saris drying on a beach. Longer sheets, more colorful, but that same feeling… of wind catching sails… My mother used to take us down to the water, we’d play while she dried her saris in the sun with all her friends, long narrow swathes of shining silk as far as the eye could see.

 

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The Topography of the World

In the SHIV design process, we’re coming back again and again to this passage, below, as a guidestar for the aesthetic world of the play.

SHIV: My father grew up in Punjab. Before the green revolution when it was all sand as far as the eye could see. He’d tell this story about how some nights it would storm, you could hear the wind and sand whipping against the village from every side. When you woke in the morning, the land had shifted in the night. It was like the topography of the world had changed, familiar hills and valleys gone, new ones have appeared out of nowhere. You stayed in one place, but the map of the world changed. And you had to go out and discover, and map, the world anew. For yourself.

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