19/11/2019
Just as you cross Kopai river I have to take left and ride my bicycle through the fields till I find a group of houses, a small village. Far away from the paved road, through the red dusty soil of West Bengal. It makes my heels crusty and my heart happy. Another left and the last house next to the forest is where Dablu da and his family live. I am privileged to be there and to share their food. Amit and Rohit are jumping around being lovely naughty boys. At a glance you can see they are happy children. Their grandfather is the heart of of multiple circles but these children are circles around his heart. And with his heart and hands Dablu da prepares the cloth, dyes it in his garden, surrounded by his family, with huge effort and equal pleasure.
@ Shantiniketan, Bolpur