When I first saw Masterji, he was squinting over a piece of fabric through spectacles so thick that his eyes looked like they belonged to a giant insect. He stood up to greet us with a smile. That’s when I realised he had no teeth. He also had a bad limp. Should someone so elderly be working at all, I wondered.
But when Ram Swarup started talking abut cuts and patterns and necklines, I realised I was in the presence of a true master.
