A lazy Sunday well spent

She knew as soon as she crossed over that she had stepped into some new territory. It wasn’t the way it smelled, the way it looked, the people in it or any of the myriad senses humans posses. It was the way it made her feel. Her feet felt the forgotten emotion of treading on soft earth. Her eyes understood the explosion of colors around her. Her soul sensed the beauty that was so many trees swaying in the cool breeze, the melody in the hundreds of voices around her, the happiness in the children that were running around her. A combined assault on the senses of seeing, hearing, smelling, touching and feeling- is this how it feels she wondered.

And the beauty of all that was it happened when she crossed over that imaginary line that was called a gate.

Jewellery in various shades, shapes and styles. Ceramic was that was colored with Maati. Absolutely beautiful handiworks of craftsmen from all the country. Each as varied as the language, the location or the peoples in themselves. Toys, jewellery, paintings, vases, flowers, metal art, clothes, pottery, cutlery, tribal art, bamboo work, leather puppets and food :)

She was at a Handicrafts Exhibition in Chitra Kala Parishath. Boy, was it funnnnnnn.

P.S. it is so worth it, my house will be filled with knick-knacks from all over the country soon … tra la lalalaaa