You see a tiny green frog?
It was a part of a contraption my grandfather gave me for my 12th birthday. He died later that year.
There is a feather I picked up in Jodhpur kept in an empty bottle of gin.
The dream catcher is made from feathers I picked up in Amravati University, where papa graduated from.
There are 2 jars full of stones from Ladhak, Goa, Kochi, etc
A ball that got hit towards us when the royals were playing polo in Jodhpur.
A bowl with waves on it from Mussourie.
Mario Miranda paintings.
The frame to the right is my favourite poem typed on a typewriter.
“दिल ना-उमीद तो नहीं नाकाम ही तो है
लम्बी है ग़म की शाम मगर शाम ही तो है”
