So I am home, jet lagged and little journey battered. Being the 1st to travel from Jaisalmer to Delhi meant I had three flights instead of two.
I had also reduced 19 hours on the train to 2 hours on the plane. The wonders of technology.
As I woke this morning I had purposefully chosen a piece of music I listened to on the train to Ahmedabad.
Colette and Nawab were both asleep, I was wide-awake and purposefully made a memory.
As I listen to the music while the train rocked from side to side I intentionally looked out at the landscape in order to be taken back to that time whenever I want.
I can remember how I felt, so excited, so full of joy, so very happy to be right where I was.
Now listening to this piece of music at home and I recall those feelings, I feel the same, excited and joyful.
In life we sometimes meet great people doing marvellous things. Mr Sharma is one of those. Single handled he has created a folk museum, with items, as he says, ‘other people discard, I preserve”.
His career as a teacher forged his passion for protecting the rich culture of Rajesthan, supporting artists and housing his collection in a purpose built museum.
In the following videos you ll witness puppets and music, showcasing this expertise. And the shaky camera? That was my friend Colette, dancing in her seat.
It’s uncanny how the puppeteer using only slight hand control can capture the dancers movements. And can you see the influence of Punch and Judy?
Trio Restaurant was our destination for the trio of friends to share supper. And what else do you do while waiting? Learn to count in Hindi
Journeys start from desires that inspire. India was calling for us to return and we had a third companion travelling with us.
Colette had visiting a desert village in May, north of Jaisalmer, she travelled with a new found friend to visit a village remote in location, yet connected in community. Rich in spirit, limited in resources, she bought food and gifts for the children. A desire was rising in her heart and one her friends in the UK engaged with and were inspired to be involved with.
No just those who wished us well. Everyone who helped lift, carry and place the 24 kilo suitcase, from London Heathrow, via Delhi, Jodphur, Ahmedabad and Jaisalmer. Particularly the man in Ahmedabad.
After not just helping us identify the right platform, he personally sweated his way up flights of stairs, dragging and carrying the case. An angel who came to the rescue. The big purple case finally made it into the hands of a porter for the third change in platform, and after paying the fee he said, ‘my son is in Houston and receives help, it is my pleasure to help you’.
So, what is in the case....all will be revealed the day it finds its final destination.