Practise Makes Man Perfect

-It  is  said  practise  makes  man  perfect  , perfect  what  is  debatable, I  think  only man needs  some  practise  to  polish  his  persona  women  are  naturally  great,  so  am I until  I  had  to  perfect my  thread  work, shuttle  tatting  I  learnt  in simla  from a  medical  doctor"s  wife  , the  couple  was  childless  and  the  lady  of  the  house  chose  to  leave  her  medical  profession and  upgrade  the  living  standards  of  the  indian girls  
-Every  time  i  sat  in my  window  and  looked  out  in the  snow clad  landscapes  i  would  see  the  neighbour  going  around  for  a  walk  with  girls  her  students  whom she  taught  skills  , specially  hand  work  they  could  learn  to  make  some  money  and  become  bread  winners  and  feed  their  poverty  stricken families  or  inspire  other  families  in need
-Poverty is  not  always  related  to  financial  aspects because  one  can  be  poor  in ideas  and  bankrupt  in concepts  and perceptionally  blind
-I  had  all the  wealth  to  buy  me  what  i  wanted  but  i  wanted  very  little, sometimes  i  bought  things  i  did  not  want  and  was  gripped  later  in the  buyer's  remorse  for  a  while  till i  bought  more  useless  things
-i  loved  fine  arts  ad  nature  and  music  and  graces  and appreciated  blessings, blessings  i  interpret  as  blessings  because  they  are  gifts  from almughty  and  they  can not  be  meaningful  and  blessings  to  others
-i  was  one  day  picked  up  buy  the  lady  who  taught  skills  to  other  girls  and  i  was  given a  beautiful  shuttle  and  some  thread  to  go  with  it  as  a  gift, it  was  a  ritual  as  a  teacher  introducing  herself to  her  new  student  with  a  tempting  offer
-o  began  to  imitate  the  knotting  on the  threads  that  are  like  making  chain stitch  on a  handkerchief  edge, but  with  the  shuttle  held  in one  hand  using  the  thread  as  the  edge  i  had  to  without  getting  blocked  mke  smooth  stitches  on the  surface  that  would  look  like  beads  strung  on a  thread 
-if  the  knots  are  done  perfectly  they  move  and  slide  up  and  down  or  the  thread  is  entangled  and  has  to  be  cut 
-now  this was  the  time  when i  had  nothing  else  to  do  and  i  could  not  listen to  music  all day  long, not  cook  nor  go  out  for  long  walks   wasting  entire  day, or  read  like  a  worm  or  do  anything  special  for  twenty  four  hours  so  i  adjusted  my  new  skill  and  began practising  , 
- it  became  a  challenge, a  routine, purpose  of  life  , i  had  to  re  arrange  my  daukly  activities  and  main goal  was  practising  the  knots   using  my  shuttles
-i  went  out  to  the  market  with  a  purpose  , get  shuttles, mercerised  threads  , pattern books  looking through  the  town library  full of  old  books  on old  smelly  wooden  shelves  for  books  mentioning  laces  , it  was  a  pride  to  be  associated  with  this  dying  vintage  pre  victorian  skill, 
-one  day  i  saw  to  my  horrified  pleasure  the  knots  were  sliding  up  and  down and  i  had  mastered  the  knotting  art