I stopped going to work in January 2016 and started a new job as an artisan.
I’d been on maternity leave, too.
But in a way, I’d always been a “man-at-arms” as my mum used to say.
“When I was a little girl, she said, ‘When a man has to go, go to the kitchen’,” says Millwork, 27, who has been working in construction, carpentry and furniture making for eight years.
I’m used to being at home, she says, so I’d prefer to be there with my kids.
I don’t think I’m really a man-at‑arms, but I guess I’m a ‘man-in-training’.
But I have no idea how I’m going to stay in that position for the rest of my life.
So I decided to wear a skirt.
The first time I was in public, I was told it was “unsafe” and I should not wear it in public.
But I was wearing it at work, where I was often out in the street and chatting to people.
I had a lot of friends in the industry, and they all knew what was going on, so they thought I was OK.
It was a good idea to get rid of the skirt.
Then one day, I walked into a café.
I was just chatting to the woman sitting there and she asked me if I was going to wear my skirt again.
I told her no, and she looked at me in shock.
I said, “Are you saying you don’t like me wearing a skirt?”
And she said: “I don’t mind you wearing one.”
And I said: Yes, I do.
And then she punched me in my face. “
Don’t hit me!” she said.
And then she punched me in my face.
I thought, I’m not going to make it in this industry.
But after a while, I thought: This is a part of my job, I don, I should just do it.
And I just went ahead and did it.
I went to work every day, working in the construction sector, and my job took me to a place called Gurgaon.
I spent two weeks there and after that I left the city and went to Mumbai, where my father works as a tailor.
My mother, who is also a tailor, also works there, but not as a full-time seamstress.
I still get to work there sometimes, as do my two brothers.
In this city, we don’t have any jobs.
I get to sew clothes for about Rs 2,000 a day.
I do not get paid much, but my mother makes a decent living.
She’s not rich, but she does get her clothes made and sold at her shop.
I started working in a shop called Chhattisgarh’s Bazaar on the outskirts of Mumbai.
I learnt how to sew and knit, and I became a seamstress for about three years.
Then I started designing clothing for people.
It became a part-time job, because I couldn’t make more money and I had to stay at home.
I used to be in the city for five months a year, then for the next six months I was living in the village, sewing clothes for people in the market place.
But when I came to Mumbai from the village a few years ago, I realised that there were so many women out there working in factories and shops that I wanted to be one of them too.
I decided that I was ready to work as a seamstress and to sew my own clothes, so that I could have a career in the fashion industry.
And that’s how I started making clothes for other people.
When I got married, my husband took a job as a garment designer and I started my own fashion brand.
I am not a professional designer.
I have to sew for myself and my family.
I’ve learned so much from my husband, who’s always there for me.
But he does not always have a spare moment for me, like when I’m making clothes.
He has to work, so he takes me to the tailor.
“I do not want to be a wife-maker,” he says.
But my family does, and it is our family.
It’s not like I’m taking it on myself.
My parents have to work.
They’re always working and have a job.
But they make sure that my daughter stays out of trouble.
If she doesn’t work, they have to buy clothes from me.
They are like my guardians, but they also have to take care of my daughter.
I want to show my children that my father was there for them.
When my mother and father are not at work or with their children, they help out by sewing clothes.
My daughter’s mother is a seamwoman, too, and sometimes she helps her.
“My mum and father