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Sundays in my City # 5

My friends know that there have been roadworks going on outside my house every day for the last few weeks, Sundays included. Today I noticed a woman labourer working on the road outside my house. This is a familiar sight in India, although unheard of in the west. The women's saris add a splash of colour to the otherwise drab atmosphere and they always seem to retain their grace and dignity in spite of working in such a rough job.



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  1. Here from SIMC. So excited to see a blog from India! I lived there for 5 years and it is close to my heart.

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  2. roadwork in a sari. who knew? thanks for stopping by my blog.

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  3. The world could use more splashes of color.

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  4. It's difficult to figure out what type of work she is doing from the pictures. Do you think she was a civil engineer inspecting the work?
    There are women engineers but we really need more women to join this field.

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  5. It's always women who work on the verges and central reservations of all the main roads here...where trees and shrubs are planted. It's gruelling work in the heat, digging hard soil and weeding. They get dropped off by the lorry load early morning and picked up again in the evening.

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  6. In Finland it would not be possible to work in sari - we have strict rules...for everything!
    Here in Casa women walk with their pyjama trousers and slippers and long kaftan with a hud. In the center of the city...But I can see already if a woman is from countryside or is she a city woman :) It's funny how you notice even if the idea is the same...like with saris!
    Have a good week ahead!

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  7. Yes, thanks for sharing. We need to be aware that we are not all as fortunate to have everything done for us.... thanks for sharing!
    CJR

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  8. You are absolutely right. The graceful, sinuous walk of the ladies carrying all the debris or construction material on their heads, wearing some remarkably colourful saris is an enchanting sight. None of the catwalkers can come anywhere near that appeal.

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  9. I love your pictures and your stories... it feels like "living" a bit of your life in such a different country... lovely

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