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The Living Room, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India
My sister is a student of fashion design. Her need to do extraordinary things with a stamp of herself on it is greater than her need for basic things - like food or sanity. Its a creative thing. So she needed to get a wooden frame made to do something know as screen printing. No idea what all that entails. My job was to be her escort. Her buddy. Her companion. Somebody who hangs around with her and cracks the occasional joke. Keeps the atmosphere light and giddy. A sidekick.
We went in a dust ridden area called Lakkad Mandi of Kirti Nagar. There was a slight dust storm brewing. What better place to be in. Perfect timing. After a lot of hunting and asking in a largely male dominated area (two chicks in drab clothes asking for wooden frames? still eyed unusual) we found a shack of a shop in a street full of tables and deity statuetes. The man of the moment, Roshaad gladly bailed us out of our trouble of finding the right frame. He sat us down, asked pointed questions on our exact requirements. Then instructed the carpenters on what to do. We were given syrupy cups of teas and lots of fodder on the man's life as we waited for our frame to be cut.
Twas fun. The outing. Writing this wasn't so fun, strangely.
The Living Room, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India
My sister is a student of fashion design. Her need to do extraordinary things with a stamp of herself on it is greater than her need for basic things - like food or sanity. Its a creative thing. So she needed to get a wooden frame made to do something know as screen printing. No idea what all that entails. My job was to be her escort. Her buddy. Her companion. Somebody who hangs around with her and cracks the occasional joke. Keeps the atmosphere light and giddy. A sidekick.
We went in a dust ridden area called Lakkad Mandi of Kirti Nagar. There was a slight dust storm brewing. What better place to be in. Perfect timing. After a lot of hunting and asking in a largely male dominated area (two chicks in drab clothes asking for wooden frames? still eyed unusual) we found a shack of a shop in a street full of tables and deity statuetes. The man of the moment, Roshaad gladly bailed us out of our trouble of finding the right frame. He sat us down, asked pointed questions on our exact requirements. Then instructed the carpenters on what to do. We were given syrupy cups of teas and lots of fodder on the man's life as we waited for our frame to be cut.
Twas fun. The outing. Writing this wasn't so fun, strangely.
