Foreign Affairs

“What time is it?” “hmm..”, taking out the phone from the pocket, “7.50”, I tell him. “At this time of the day, nobody would be out. If a young boy goes out, the soldiers will just take a stick and start beating. I miss Kashmir. But I don’t miss that fear. You know I come… Continue reading Foreign Affairs

Sales

“I have always wanted to see this place from inside. Finally”, I said smiling. “This is a much smaller shop. If you see my MG Road showroom it is 5 times bigger.” “Oh… what is in that small room?”, I asked moving towards it. “Sit. First what will you have, coke, tea…Indian tea haan!” “Tea… Continue reading Sales

The warm rug

I was sitting there feeling the warmth of the wollen rug beneath me, and the lukewarm terracota tumbler with milk in my hand. “Bhai, ye chatai kis cheez ki bani hai?”, I asked Jatan Bhai. “kaun sa ye..? ye jungli gyag ke baal ka bana hai. meri miseej ne banaya hai.”, he said, smiling proudly. “Gyag?..ye… Continue reading The warm rug

Nobody Knows

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any living or dead people is entirely coincidental. —————————————————————– I had arrived a day before, but felt like a veteran, riding the official ride of aurovillians, the TVS moped. It wouldn’t go any faster, and I was dangerously close to missing my lunch. My guest house… Continue reading Nobody Knows

Leather Chappal

Tried my hands at sewing a chappal with my hands. The leather was again from a scrap leather dealer in Ghee Kanta,  Ahmedabad. The sole is reclaimed tyre rubber. The best thing about custom made footwear is that it fits like a glove :D. The cheap awl I was using had a plastic handle which… Continue reading Leather Chappal

Sketch supply holder

  I like to sketch while travelling. Most often one of my compartments of my bag has all the pencils, pens etc. But I tended to misplace it within my bag. Sewed this holder with scrap leather, with place for each individual piece of pen, pencil, blade etc.

Dastangoi – Kabirnama

One of my friends, watsapped me. A friend of hers was doing a recitation of Kabir in Mumbai. I was headed towards Mumbai from Ahmedabad, after completing a 10 day workshop in mud house building. That post is still waiting to be written and posted. I am twisting my arms right now, just for delaying… Continue reading Dastangoi – Kabirnama

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