Woman's wedding veil (thirma phulkari) c. 20th century

This exquisite wedding veil was stitched by a Hindu Jat community, and when you look at it, I wonder about the woman who made it. She was part of a community, passing on inherited skills, a technique rooted in generations of tradition. The surface is a sea of red triangles, each one sharp and bold. The stitches feel like little marks, so precise and repetitive. I imagine the maker sitting for hours, carefully placing each stitch, lost in thought. What was she thinking about as she stitched this veil? The red is so vibrant; did she choose it, or was it chosen for her? And what about the bride who wore it? Did she feel the weight of tradition, the hopes and dreams of her community, as she walked down the aisle? Did she feel protected and strong, wrapped in this vibrant, handmade veil?