An art of Ikkat scenery once visualised by a hard working weaver in one of his hopeful nights where he spent looking to nowhere but to the village where he was born and brought up in.

That pond where he now only has reminiscens of his childhood memories,with a lotus guarding it.

Elephants adorning flowers on a holy tree at the round about of his village courtyard.

This Ikkat silk weave is fabricated in wraps and wefts of his present midnight blues and beautiful glimpses of his past.

The anchal is smartly complimenting his penchant of weaving masterpieces