A relic of our bygone era

Kashmir boasts of a rich cultural heritage with traditional relics that hearken back to our bygone era. These relics include exquisite handicrafts, architectural marvels, and centuries-old traditions that provide a glimpse into Kashmir's historical and cultural tapestry

Last month, I had the unexpected pleasure of encountering a living testament to our rich cultural heritage. On my journey to the picturesque region of Lolab in Kashmir, a place steeped in natural beauty, a moment that left an indelible mark on my memory, as I had the enchanting experience of observing an elderly woman diligently grinding red chilies in a traditional wooden mortar, locally called as a "Kunz" . This captivating scene stirred my inspiration, compelling me to craft this column. The simplicity and cultural richness of such moments, where tradition and daily life intertwine, are a testament to the enduring beauty of Kashmir.

The elderly woman sat on a weathered wooden stool, her ageing frame bearing the years gracefully. In front of her, an ancient wooden mortar (Kunz), a relic of our bygone era, awaited. Beside it, a pile of vibrant red chilies and a wooden pestle, called "mohul" in Kashmiri, rested.
What immediately struck me was the simplicity of her tools. With a well-practiced hand, she grasped a handful of chilies and began the rhythmic process of grinding them in the wooden mortar. The motion was soothing, a gentle rocking of the wooden pestle that seemed to mirror the valley's heartbeat. Each stroke unleashed a fiery red cloud, filling the air with a pungent aroma. It was a ritual demanding time and patience, virtues often scarce in our hurried world.

This wooden mortar "kunz," exemplifies Kashmir's remarkable craftsmanship and practical innovation. In an era with limited technology, Kashmiris relied on their woodworking skills to craft vital tools, enhancing their daily routines. This heritage of craftsmanship reflects the region's rich cultural and historical significance
As I watched her work, I couldn't help but wonder about the significance of this simple act. The old woman's hands moved with a grace born of years of experience. Her fingers, weathered and scarred, seemed to dance over the chilies as if they were keys on a piano.

The wooden mortar "Kanz" and wooden pestle locally called "mohul" are versatile tools, expertly crafted from a single piece of wood. Their elegant simplicity is a testament to the ingenuity of the Kashmiri artisans behind them. These mortars feature a deep, rounded design that accommodates substantial amounts of ingredients for grinding and pounding. They played a pivotal role in various domestic activities, including food preparation and spice grinding.

One of the remarkable features of these wooden mortars was the intricate carving that often adorned their surfaces. Skilled woodworkers of our bye gone era meticulously embellished the exteriors of the mortars with delicate patterns and designs, transforming them into pieces of functional art.

As I continued to observe, I realized that her grinding of the red chilies was not just about sustenance; it was a connection to her roots. It was a continuation of a tradition that had been passed down from mother to daughter for centuries. In that mortar, I saw the collective memory of generations of Kashmiri women who had tended to their families with love and dedication.
The red chilies, once ground to perfection, would find their way into a variety of our dishes - curries, pickles, and chutneys, each with its own unique flavor and heat. They would add a burst of colour and spice to the daily meals of the villagers, infusing them with the essence of the land.

As the sun dipped below the mountains, casting long shadows over the valley, the old woman's task was nearing its end. The pile of ground chilies had grown, and her hands had not wavered in their steady rhythm. There was a sense of satisfaction in her gaze as she surveyed her work. It was a satisfaction born not just from a job well done, but from a deep connection to her heritage.

This elderly Kashmiri woman, using a traditional mortar and red chilies, imparted a poignant lesson through her humble chili grinding. Her act served as a powerful reminder that in our pursuit of progress and modernity, we mustn't overlook the significance of tradition and the wisdom of our predecessors. She inspired me to cherish simplicity's beauty, uphold the strength of tradition, and remain connected to our roots.

The author is a regular contributor.