Having completed the Bhujodi wall-art, it was now time to spruce up the dining area in Khamir. Khamir, which is an organization, working to promote Kutchi arts and crafts, has a beautiful campus, with earthy, mud structures.
My room too was
very comfortable. Every morning and the 3 evenings which I got to spend at
Khamir, I had a ritual. There is a tree right near the entrance, with more
thorns than leaves, which a colony of cute sparrows had made their home. At sunrise,
they start chirping in chorus and it’s so loud, it can be heard from a
distance. When I walked up to the tree, the first time, I giggled hard to
notice that for a second, all the 100 odd sparrows on the tree, stopped
chirping at once, as if on mute, and looked down at me, with the expression “Who
is this intruder? “.And every morning that I went they would do the same. There
were so many nests as well and sometimes I would try and resolve fights and
arguments between them, many times unsuccessfully. I spotted a lot of sunbirds,
tailor birds and others, which I couldn’t identify.
|Sunrise at Khamir|
|Earthy buildings at Khamir|
|The tree of sparrows|
|A motif I painted on the wall at Khamir|
I also had the opportunity to go around the different studios at Khamir, dedicated for different crafts like, block printing with natural dyes, pottery, plastic weaving (to recycle plastic), cloth weaving, etc.
|Can you count the sparrows?|
|Richly embroidered skirts|