From India, with Love!

With family comes gifts and extra baggage space in the airlines for all the things you have been wanting to transport from “home”.

These Madhubani paintings were  bought by my husband and they were lying in New Delhi all these years. Finally, my dad-in-law got them with him!

And this is my new spice chest which my sister gifted me this time.  
These little terracotta frog and turtle go so well with my “money plant”.

Did you see the Lakshmi that has newly arrived?
This was a wedding gift from a very favorite aunt. This again was lying in my in-law’s house in New Delhi and has arrived with my sister and brother-in-law since they had lots of extra baggage space.
I am yet to find a niche for this carved on wood Lakshmi. But till that time she is sitting with my two Italian stone owls and a set of books.

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I have been re-decorating my home, arranging knick-knacks while it was snowing all week. Nothing decadent, but enough to keep me busy and bruise-free. Those who know me know how dipsy I am. Eh-oh! *Giggle*
         

And while I was “preeoccupied” with taking pictures, I clicked this! Even Hollywood could not resist the taste of my Mum’s homemade Gond ke Laddu!

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Today is a particularly gloomy, dark day. Its those flurries outside which probably add some color in spite of their paleness. There hasn’t been any sun in the last four days. Dusting comes easy to a cleanliness freak like me. Yes, we have a thin film of dust everywhere, every day. Thankfully am not allergic to it and I love the smell of books.

Or, how else can an India girl can survive without any sunshine…

    P’s staple- books and H2O!

The two of us are book lovers. I guess that’s probably one thing that drew us together. Apart from a zillion other things.

   

The master himself. A copied painting by me from Satyajit Ray’s sketch of Tagore.

I have cartons of books still lying in India, and so does P. We need a whole wall for all the books we have. And probably a bigger house. And I am still not counting all the books that my Mum’s grandfather has left behind. He was the Head of the Department of English in a college, and had some rare books, some probably 100 years old. A real treasure I would like to usurp from any unknown, distant relative who is planning to stake a claim.
Even Froggy likes to read!
 

 
      Whoever said dogs are a (wo)man’s best friend, was surely not thinking about these printed pals.

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