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While walking in the colourful chaos of the street market opposite Vishrambaug Wada, I noticed several people selling black and red threads with a tiny purple bundle attached. I had to stop and investigate (and take a picture) when I saw this lady whose saree matched so well with these curious threads. I learned that these are a version of the sacred कलावा thread (also called मौली), tied by the sister to her brother's wrist, during the festival of भाऊबीज (Bhai-Dooj), which is being celebrated today 👫 at Vishrambaug Wada
You know that feeling of warm anticipation you get while unwrapping a present from a favourite friend? I felt that feeling just now, while opening this bundle of tightly bound newspaper, to reveal these little clay diyas, one for each loved one – here in person and in memory. These little clay diyas, just 5 rupees apiece, but so beautifully engraved, that shall wink and shine in my home, illuminate dear faces, gild plump yellow pedas, and that shall keep vigil in the night, reminding me of that Tolkien quote: “There is light and beauty that no shadow can touch.”
A very happy Diwali to you and yours...May it be filled with 'light and beauty'. ☺🎆🌟 at Pune, Maharashtra
I'm cheating with my 'what I saw while walking' project today, unless a few steps in a compound can be considered a walk!
It's been a grey, rainy day, but there have been some antidotes to the gloom 🌻☕ (I've included the second picture though it was taken indoors a couple of days ago, because the habit was repeated today and that cuppa is one of the aforementioned antidotes!) at One O Eight Cafe
The Pune weather is a bit confused this weekend, with the sun playing peek-a-boo.
But a tree in my lane, and a little something in the air tell me that the seasons are a-changin'! 🍃
Look, @nit88.ravi , my desi version of 'fall', with one tree! 😁 at Pune City
My walk yesterday lasted 5 minutes...It was more fun to watch all the Visarjan processions go by 🎶📣
My favourite one was a family of 3, with a little kid acting as chanter-in-chief (felt awkward about taking a picture of them). Also, I can't get over the jugaad stick-contraption and how unfazed the drivers of these festive vehicles are 😂
(25/31) at Pune, Maharashtra
(24/31) at Pune, Maharashtra
The Musée d'Orsay is delightful - it is housed in a building that used to be a station (!), it is filled with treasures by Monet, Van Gogh, Manet, Rodin...but I'll save that for another time.
This memory is about a Very Special Clock at the museum. I first saw it peeping out over the trees of the Tuileries Gardens. I then got a closer look at it when I walked across the Seine, towards the museum entrance.
After an evening of wending my way through the museum, I was on the fifth floor, heading towards the exit staircase. And what a farewell gift Musée d'Orsay gave me.
That clock I had seen earlier is also a window! I felt like I was in the movie 'Hugo' 😄
When you stand at the clock-window, you can see the Tuileries Gardens and its ferris wheel, and the Sacre Couer up on the hill of Montmartre.
@museeorsay, @parisjetaime at Musée d'Orsay
(23/31) at Mumbai Pune Expressway
Umbrella. Shared umbrella. No umbrella.
Commute. Work. Sell. Bargain. Shop.
Life goes on in Mumbai, come rain or shine.
(22/31) at Lower Parel
After spending most of the day feeling un-festive and looking at pictures of Mumbai and my folks celebrating, a message from @mockcurry encouraged me to go out…and she was so right!
I caught my first glimpse of Pune’s famous dhol-tasha - being beat out in full force to welcome the neighbourhood Bappa. Men, women, girls, boys - all drumming together – look at that energy and those smiles!
(21/31) at Pune, Maharashtra
Standing atop the Notre Dame, with the gargoyles and chimera for company, there were goose bumps on my arms, my hands were shaking, my eyes, ears, and heart were full, as I heard the bells chime out their centuries-old song across this millennia-old City of Paris. It was a moment in which a long-dreamed of dream was coming true.
Ever since I was a little girl, sifting through sepia-tinged photographs of my Amma and her friends in bell-bottoms and plaits smiling at me from this beautiful place, I had wanted to go too.
Words and names and pictures I had seen and heard in books and movies, which had formed nebulous shapes in my mind, were suddenly here, in glorious, vivid reality. Tour Eiffel, Seine, Montmartre, Sacre Coeur, Louvre, Voltaire, Hemingway, Piaf, Monet, Degas, Renoir, even Quasimodo and the Phantom of the Opera, they were all here, in front of me.
Paris is real - it has sounds and scents; it has tricksters, and gutters, and garbage bins…but it shines brighter because of this. It is overwhelming and infuriating and inspiring. It has had over 2000 years of living and great people giving it so many layers and stories. While I was a mere tourist for 6 days and saw just a little. But that little has given me so much to think about, and dream about.
This clip was taken on my last day in Paris (thank you, @ashakini for the tip about the Towers of Notre Dame). You can see the Eiffel Tower and the Seine when you follow the gaze of the statue, and the Sacre Coeur atop the hill, when the camera pans to the right. Turn on the sound to hear the bells ☺
@parisjetaime at Tours de Notre-Dame
(20/31) at Koregaon Park
These little flowers, so distinct in the blue-green half-light, are kind of what I imagine fireflies would look like.
This sight reminded me of the old word for twilight - 'gloam', which has its roots in 'glōwan', which means 'to glow'. It's not just the setting sun that was aglow in this moment ☺
(19/31) at Koregaon Park
The prospect of some yummy in the tummy increases the willingness to walk!
We trudged down the entire length of MG Road, jostling past shoppers and vendors, stopping every few metres to ask where Royal Bakery is. Answers of "thoda aage hi hai" and "jawal aahe" spurred us on.
The road slowly grew quiet, dark and dingy, and the combination of hunger and a drizzle made our enthusiasm wane. We stopped again to ask a man about the elusive bakery, one last time. He pointed- two buildings away! "Go quickly!", he said. "Ek hi shutter open hai." We rushed inside, before they could close for the day. Royal Bakery & Confectionery (circa 1910) has no fancy decor, no place to sit...it is all about the food.
There were a few packets left in the old-fashioned wooden cabinets: Pune's original Shrewsbury biscuits, jeera butter, cheese straws, hazelnut biscuits, rusks, mawa cake.
Got me the Shrewsbury biscuits and hazelnut biscuits...They are delicious!
And yay, an alternative to the crowds and chaos at Kayani Bakery.
Definitely going back one morning to try the broon and the milk bread which I missed out on this time. 🐷
(18/31) at Royal Bakery
Yesterday's 'walk' consisted of chasing a mean marmalade 🐈 around a store. It did not want my company 😔
(17/31) at Koregaon Park
Saw this gentleman while marching along grumpily...That pink-and-yellow #ootd brightened up my mood! .
(16/31) at Koregaon Park
Revisiting memories of a lovely morning, taking in the hushed blue-white-and-gold beauty of the Magen David Synagogue in Mumbai.
Magen David means 'Shield of David', and was built by the Baghdadi Jews who made Bombay their home in the early 1800s.
Last year, @dwells_in_the_past and @nit88.ravi
planned an early morning walk through Byculla, and this was our first stop. We stayed for a couple of hours, listening to the Kaddish prayers- recited by the small congregation in memory of their departed loved ones. After the ceremony, a kind lady explained the meaning of the rituals and invited us to share in a remembrance feast. The people in charge also kept the synagogue open just for us, so that we could linger here awhile.
Yet another moment, yet another story, to make me love Bombay a little more.
@inertiaofrest: We missed sharing this with you!
@jenniferelijah: Would love to visit this place with you someday.
(15/31) at Magen David Synagogue
Had a #ThrowbackThursday moment while running errands today:
Look at that old-timey Lijjat papad packet! From a borrowed Rs. 80/- investment made by seven Bens on a humble terrace in 1959 Bombay, to thriving in 2017 ☺
Also, did you notice the pink rabbit holding the papad? 🐰 .
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