
About the Story
This is one of two individual—and very well-known—Bengali folktales translated by my mother that I illustrated. When husbands in India or Bangladesh die, the wives almost never remarry, and they give away all of their beautiful saris and their jewelry to their daughters and daughters-in-law and only wear white for the rest of their lives. So this Old Woman is a widow—and so she also has a good deal of freedom to do as she pleases. (Most widows don’t live alone but with their families. It’s usually no fun to live alone.)
The style of the pictures I found by looking at many illustrations of Indian art, and I most related to illustrations about the Jain religion. I loved both the colors of gold, red and blue, and I loved the loose but adept brush strokes. So in this first story of the Old Woman, these were the colors I used.