 In small Rajashtani villages you might be lucky to find a chai waller using terracotta clay cups called Pi Ke Puht. Pi Ke meaning to drink and Puht the sound of the cup smashing. In recent times these traditional cups are being replaced by plastic cups and the cycle of clay, cup, earth has been disrupted leaving a mounting of waste all over India. I, of course, have to bring these magic cups home,,  the lady potter seemingly effortlessly threw about six cup a minute before our very eyes.. It was an amazing sight.. The cups were set to dry under the hot sun before firing
From the street there was only a door in the wall. On opening the door the scene was, on one side, the electric wheel, thrown cups, lumps of clay, and a rudimentary kiln. The courtyard was also full of family members, some involved in the cup productions, ladies going about their various tasks. 
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 What with a winter of rain, gales and generally freezing weather, we decamped and flew off in an easterly direction, just for two weeks, and it was bliss. Blue skies and rather quite warm!
We spent the time with our good friend Samshu, travelling the highways and byways of Rajasthan. I brought a suitcase full of sunshine back with me, but it only lasted for one day (last Wednesday). Now I am busy getting ready for workshops here and there, catching up with my blog and discovering different buttons. I've added Subscribe to Newsletter and a button for my Instagram account. Whether they will work or not time will tell. The Blog is still a work in progress, but I think I might just be getting there! I have received comments, thank you! |
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