A relative travelling to Mysore wanted to know what she should definitely see and the first thing that came to my mind was the sand sculpture museum near Chamundi Hills.
It has been almost a year and a half since I visited this museum , but I still remember the incredible exhibits painstakingly and patiently sculpted by one artist . Am sharing a few pictures from the various themes the artist has worked on. Hope you like them !
The grandest of them all was the one depicting the Dussehra Procession that Mysore is famous for .
If you are in Mysore , this one deserves a visit . Happy travelling !
I still remember Lent and the rigorous fasting that my grandparents adhered to when I was a little girl. The pancakes on Shrove Tuesday prepared by my grandma and the hot cross buns that my grandpa bought from a group of ladies on Maundy Thursday marked the beginning and end of Lent for me .
Gradually , the hot cross buns vanished . For fifteen years or more , every Maundy Thursday , we would pick up regular bread or buns from the bakery to be blessed at mass . The family would then share this blessed bread during dinner.
Today , as I was passing a traditional East Indian home in one of the Gaothans ( traditional villages in Mumbai) , an aunt who is an acquaintance called out to me from her window and asked me if I’d like to buy Easter eggs . I politely declined and asked her if she knew of any place from where I could get hot cross buns. She smiled and invited me in and there they were ….hot cross buns ! Those warm memories flooding in ….of me holding papa’s hand as we’d walk back home with a bagful of freshly baked buns.
Today , for just a few moments , I was papa’s little girl again .