One of my main informants in Harappa Town was an elderly man named Baba Yaqoob. He was retired at the time during the mid-1990s, while his sons worked their land as well as a vegetable stand on the western side of Harappa. Baba Yaqoob took me into his family and I became a sort of adopted son. He taught me to make nets and gave me my net knitting kit, which I still have to this day.
