I climbed up the staircase. On my way up, I saw a lovely set of yellow lampshades decorating the white wall on my left. A beautiful lady dressed in hues of kumkum red, holding an instrument in her hand, adorned with traditional jewellery lent the lampshade an ethnic tinge. There was something about the decor that made me like the place at once.
As I climbed further, I reached a corridor. I turned left and found the glass door that opened into the world where I believe I belonged. I pushed the door and entered. Wooden cabinets with glass doors were lined in a row. One glimpse at what they housed was enough to tell me that the next hour was going to be spent there. Continue reading
Wires, tin boxes, needles, pins, hooks, broken plastic dolls, huge polythene bags and greyish-brown rags – it is amidst this mess on a pavement, that a pair of hands meticulously string together colourful beads to make bracelets, long chains, ear rings, rings, chokers and anklets. Velliammal is a gypsy who has made this pavement in Besant Nagar her workplace for the last three decades. 
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