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On a highway outside Jaisalmer, driving at 80kmph, I spot an artistically decorated walled enclave.
The driver is instructed to stop.
He is first confused about my request to visit the enclave that looks like a home. But after a few hurried explanations – he understands.
He alights from the car and walks to the gate.
It turns out to be the home of an extended family belonging to a particular Bhil tribe.
A life that is bare & free from material entrapments. Yet overflowing with art!
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Each little time I think I’ve had enough of you my India, there’s a new page : a new little lane back of someplace beyond this eye : a coir cot sunbathed, a man’s earring, a patch of cowdung baked earth, antenna beeping at my very soul – oh how you’ve woven us India. How you so have. We are root and soil blood, one bone. One peninsula shaped poem