Once upon a time, in a very distant village there was an old warping-machine. The villager use this a special machine to make cloth which was known as chirka. They were relatively large and cumbersome, consisting of many pieces that worked together. With this machine the villagers made many things like clothes, blankets and other fabric that they used in their daily life.
That old warping machine has a lifetime of use behind it. Transmitted through the generations like a family heirloom. And that machine, which symbolized the history of their people and how good they were at weaving was precious to all villagers. In the course of time, when life was changed with existing other new machines were invented and old weaving machine not used again but just left behind until people forget its use. As it remained silent in the dusty corner, waiting for someone to remember.
Fortunately though, the village elders - who were wise and had not forgotten how to run the machine while passing through puberty - came to assist these children. As it kept, they all settled about the old machine and started to describe numerous distinctive things there were around those components rusted save for lithe bobbins of utilized material that had been spun into once delightful cloth. The parents actually walked the kids through how to assemble and use it, so that they could figure out on their own. The children sat at their mother's feet staring in rapt fascination, as she bent to the loom and they first learned of the wonderous magic that is weaving.
Children learnt about the old warping machine and became excited. Of course they were quick to try this one out themselves! He started playing with different materials, colors and prints. Each time, the result was that they made all sorts of lovely new clothes and blankets which nobody in the village had ever seen before. With the old machine, they bloomed their creativity by implementing ideas into operations.
The more the children practice, becoming proficient at weaving in and out of a course with their hands held… they could not remain excited about it. They started teaching the people in their quarter and some neighbours around how to use this old warping machine that they have just learned. They taught their friends to make interesting creates and patterns, They brought weaving-culture throughout the village. Everyone wanted to be part of it, there was so much interest in acquiring this great skill.
It was not long after, that a tale of the old warping machine began to be told in and around her village. It started to be seen as more than just an old machine, a symbol of the history and culture that lives in this village. The villagers took pride in their weaving abilities as well as the beautiful items they could create. But in the process they saved a tradition on the brink of extinction.
The boat villagers knew that the machine was frail and had to be nursed along. They maintained the fire well and often to make sure it would last for many more years. They wanted the untouched acreage to be something for all future generations to enjoy, and also so that their owners would remember how important it was when they were reading about its history by some artificial light.
