Mera Piya Ghar Aaya

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?