Baklava Comes To The Supermarket

This is the first time I've seen baklava at a supermarket in the city where I live. In fact, I rarely see this anywhere. A 100 gm cost Rs 40. I haven't tasted it yet.

Unused, Unwept, Unsung

All of them. The block-printed mat in the plastic cover on top is something that we brought back from Khajuraho when we went there in November. All the clothes there, except the whites, are virtually unused, and, I suspect, will stay unused unless I do some more clutter-busting.

An Evening At Home

The aim was to capture the perfect sunset but what really came out in this picture is how worn my old neighbourhood is looking. But home is home.

Sitting Down, Growing Up

The other heritage shots for today's picture were my cradle and my grandmother's Singer sewing machine. She had a fine pair of Singer scissors too, which I'm sure are lying well-preserved somewhere. Every time I come home, I open all the cupboards, search for something that brings back a memory and see if I can hold on to the past, with something physical to make it real and present.

From The Train

I came home by morning train today for a brief visit. I tried taking pictures of the scenery through the windows in my compartment and I liked this the best as some of the 'skyline' is reflected in the water. I liked that the silver lining highlighted the clouds but wasn't too happy to have the electrical lines feature across them in the picture. If you look closely, you can see me in the picture!

Full Of Fruit

These are the handpicked tiles that adorn my wash basin area. I hope for better pix tomorrow.

My Menagerie