important memories

Sorry I dont have a better picture from that afternoon, I thought I should put it somewhere before I lose it.

muchlove,

avani

To Start Pottery Workshop

Last week while rummaging in one of the Amber cupboards, I found a crackly newspaper clipping. I looked everywhere for the year, but it had been cut out. (I was later able to calculate-it was the year 1955) It was about the exhibition my grandfather had had when he was 29 in Wimbledon, where he'd gone to study sculpture and pottery.
Tai says that in that day and age it was difficult to arrange an exhibition in your own country, let alone in a foreign land. Aai was amazed I found this clipping.
I was most thrilled about the paragraph titled 'TO START POTTERY WORKSHOP'-
"Mr. Wad who is 29 years of age and has widely travelled in his own country, intends starting his own pottery workshop when he gets back to his native Poona."

This dream that he'd had since he was 29, or even before, finally came true when he was no less than 60 years of age, when they all finally came and settled in Pune again. Marvellous.

Love.

Sudden rain

There has been a sudden on-and-off rain in Pune for the past 4 days. The afternoons conceal the evening show exceptionally well by being burning hot. And then as darkness falls, the clouds rush in and start their tamasha. It's been crazy lightening, thunder and loud gushes of rain, like bucketfuls of water-throwing from someone up there who's either really mad, or really bored. 

This is near Vaishali, while we waited, after a brilliant coffee, for baba to get the car. 

Eyes

Quite unexpectedly, we saw a little grassy hillock with eyes. 

The rest of the Taj property in Goa is very chic and cool and rustic. 

I love this sort of strange, out of place sculptural moment.

I maintain, very strongly, my deep love for the joy of discovery.

Shamoo and eyes, for scale more than for her love for this piece of strange.