I just returned from a 10 day trip to India. The agenda for my trip was ambitious, which included forming a partnership with a new fabric vendor, checking on various projects in Wayanad, filming for an upcoming video, checking on the digging of the wells that are being implemented, seeing how renovations are coming along on the Profugo House, and the interviewing of the shortlisted candidates for the program manager position that we are looking
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This post marks the start of a series of biographies featuring the women participating in Profugo’s Tailoring Training Program. Our initiative aims to allow these women to develop skills in tailoring, spoken English, and woman empowerment and business. Each month we will feature one woman, briefly explaining her background and how working with Profugo has helped improve her standard of living. As you can imagine, the life of a woman in India is much different
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You wake up to the sounds of roosters crowing and cows mewing. You sit up and place your feet on the cool earth. Around you, your 4 small children are still dreaming. Your husband is working and living in another state since there is no viable work for him near home. You may see him a few days each month. The day-to-day responsibilities of taking care of your family rests with you.
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Various evidences like edicts and caves at Ampukuthimala point to the fact that Wayanad region existed since the beginning of the New Age Civilization. Coffee, tea, cocoa, pepper, plantain and vanilla are the main crops grown here. Besides these, the most important crop in the district is rice. The name of Wayanad comes from two words: Vayal Nadu. ‘Vayal’ means field of paddy (rice), and the word ‘Nadu’ is a South Indian name for land.
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The rain has gone. Mara poy, as you would say in Malayalam. I no longer have to grab that umbrella each time I leave the house. The sky is blue and the sun is shining. The village where I am working has taken on a whole new splendor. I can see the mountains in the distance where during the monsoon, all I could see was the underside of my umbrella and a gray, heavy sky.
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