Zulu woman in traditional outfits. There is something eternally graceful about seeing a women carrying a pot on her head. A vision of feminity, balance and sustanence with their gait being slow and gentle and their posture, dictated by maintanence of their load, remaining perfect. The daily pilgrimage to the village well was essential for suppl;y of water for drinking, cooking and washing. I have spent time in rural India villages and it was a regular occurance to witness the village women carrying their pots.They never seemed to struggle with this task, even when transporting large vessels and strolled along