"Tablecloth Or Sofa Throw....i Don't Read Sanskrit"
I don't know textile vocabulary but for once, I fell for it. This fabric was waiting for me, attached to a wall, it was throwing away... Its sunny colors of embroidered threads are rare. Its algorithms, which like successions of letters, begged me to depend on it. I suspect this sofa throw, or this tablecloth or this bedspread or this wall hanging of coming from far away but I don't read Sanskrit. Beautiful and in perfect condition.