As we drive into the heart of India, dubbed , I awake my sleepy self to the sight of the Betwa River, a beautiful expanse of clear water vigorously flowing through a dam. I am suddenly kicked about venturing into an India that is far off the tourist circuit; & feel like a long time ago.
|Men sort layers of Chanderi Silk in open air in the fields of Pranpur.|
My notion that this landlocked state will be devoid of much greenery is dispelled ten minutes past the Uttar Pradesh border. We cross large plots of land growing their own wilderness, and, a little village just south of Jhansi, throws us a cozy green welcome. I immediately delight in the absence of crowds, and the pace of passers-by. Unlike other rural parts of India I’ve been to, however, the locals do not seem inquisitive about seeing us walk their streets. That is not to say that they are not welcoming; each time we try to peep inside a village hut, we get invited in and offered tea & food.
|Potter Bhaiya Lal displays the mud mural he has made for the upcoming Dusherra celebrations.|
|Baboo-da's wife displays her mud utensil and Ganesha figurine. She proudly claims that the food made on mud utensils tastes much better!|
|A traditional step well (baoli), made such that people can step down to the surface of the water to fill their buckets.|
|Weaving in progress.|
|Wax, mud & metal moulded to form this metal ornament.|
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This post was originally published on The Shooting Star.