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Collected over the year, pencil sketches from a Ghat-side artist in Banaras, Hanuman from Hampi, two mixed media works from Ladakh & a print from Kolkata + masks from everywhere + Lanka (not in pic).
Quick Tip: Always plan a wall layout by arranging stuff on the floor to see what works!
Hey, Bombay.
Happy to be home.
I don’t miss Bombay but heck I do miss it. :) And like all good relationships, this sexy mama still gets me all giddy & butterfly-bellied when I swoop down into her vastness, glittering ocean and a cluster of dreams crammed together.
Uff.
Everywhere else, homes are too large, too far away for me to have this window into others’ lives without having to engage with them.
There, my one-sided relationship is with plants, birds, the sun’s shadow on the mountains, moon, stars.
That’s routine.
In Bombay, it’s the people who become my sun, moon, and stars.
I feed off them.
They are the stories I read.
Coming home to Bombay anchors me, centres me. I live in Dehradoon, in Kalap, Bhopal is home as well, very often I live out of a suitcase for weeks on end.
But Bombay is my zero mile. <3
The sounds are familiar. They let me plug-in to a stable routine that is entirely missing in my own wanderer life. Puja bells in the morning from 304. The 8 o’clock cooker ki seeti from 503. Knowing what’s coming.
Bombay envelopes you in its embrace in ways you don’t even know.