Purity of Coalescence

It’s absolutely ironical to contemplate that inception & contrivance of all majestic and masterly things originated from the modest concoction of the alluvial soil, the mighty and ardent fire and the pure and reflective water. Even the creation of this mesmerizing world was an upshot of the agglutination of these preeminent elements.

An indistinguishable parallel to the above could be drawn on how the modest eloquent potter, unworried by distractions from the tumultuous humankind, pegging away on his wheels, forges a masterpiece conceived from the innocuous con flux of soil, water and fire. Weather it be our cherished morning tea in a “Khulhad” or the unsettling blissful aroma of that sinful biryani cooked in the “handi” or the display of lavish & elegant dinnerware at home to dazzle the guests, all of these epitomizes the artistic excellence of a potter. Unmoved by the dryness of the soil or the muddy water and the scorching fire, he willfully keeps on working in his muted mind space.

Perhaps the enviable appellation of the baronial transformer best suits a potter for it is they and their scintillating artwork that infuses lively radiance to any mould of clay. The wizardry of a potters slender, deft fingers is unmatched and exclusive, molding the clay with subtle twists and bends, like the notes of a bard.