It is Diwali evening for Dhaka. The father too has returned from his travels. So we light up our house.
|The Toddler has very specific instructions on how he wants it to be done up|
|I am not very fond of this "office issue" table so have slipped his art work under the glass , making them appear as place mats. They brighten up the room and go pretty well with our mix of Colombo and Jaipur pottery|
|The silver tray is a gift from a cousin with a heart of gold|
|And a terracotta menagerie looks out at the Dhaka traffic|
|Our band baja sideboard|
|Quite a interesting profile no?|
|All the "family silver" has been commissioned.|
The Toddler has been wishing us Happy Chocolate Day all week. Thank you Cadbury! (He insists it was the school) ; but as I cursed imperialism of a new kind while I untangled the knots of evenings long ago, I dwelt for a while on the new twists in our tale. And you think of history, yours and mine and our journey. And King George V murmurs from the bronze and nickel
Tum aao gulshan-e-Lahore se chaman bardosh, Hum aayen subh-e-Banaras ki roshnee le kar Aur iske baad yeh poochein ki kaun dushman hai?