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Ode to Her. The women of Kalasha


Her. She is a wave, majestic and unforgiving, yet calm and conscious, her strength to her own self and the ever increasing love and creativity to give and give and yet again...give. Here is a piece of my understanding of Her, which I have found out to be the greatest part of our lives as the majestic living beings which we are: The Kalash tribe
Colours, splashing with contrasts and a brightening palette ranging from royal blue to crimson, these hues keep the traditional headdress and their attires neatly folded within their belongingness towards the community. The Kalash tribe belonging to the near Pushtun villages of Swat and Dir, the people are known to be happy go lucky, Pagan worshipers of three Gods. Claiming themselves to be the descendents of the very own 'Alexander the Great, the tribes have been known to be inhabiting this place since 2300 B.C. The population is known to be around 6000 and are known to be inhabiting the Kalash valley.
Their lifestyle includes, houses with built in steps, with one room symbolically known to keep the families together, in thick or thin, women being the forebearers of the decision making processes, the tribes are lenient in their thinking processes of marriage and relationships. Usually endogamous in nature, the tribal women choose their own partners and live their lives attaining a healthy relationship which if doesn't work out, they leave to find other partners. The women of the Kalash tribe are known for their distinctive features, their complexion and their simplicity in their smiles, and the glittering eyes when they dance and frolic around during the festival of Chillam Joshi. Living in the lush green mountains of Bumboret village, the Kalasha tribes make beaded headgears adorned with shells and embroidered garments and braid their heads within three folds joining within one long braid. Women run the houses and take care of the children simultaneously.
Eyes slightly smeared with kohl, the young women look astonishingly beautiful with their braids and headgears, they live with the hope of a better life but living in the same old traditional subsitence life with their families, bringing the joy and prosperity in which they continue to live in and the joy of living together within their own distant world away from the chaos and the business of life's hustle bustle. I aim at understanding their life a little better, a little more close and upfront.
Till more tribes and more colours of hope and joy, I leave with a colourful palette of mood board cooking inside my head, until next time.

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