Fire Within
Acrylic on Canvas
36" x 24" x 1.5"
On a Friday evening late last year, friends and I headed out to Pune for the weekend. Our first stop - Yellow Chilli “exotic yet authentic like a yellow chili!” A restaurant chain started by the known Chef’ - Sanjeev Kapoor was said to be a “causal dining restaurant with a five-star feel...” (source: http://www.sanjeevkapoor.com/RestaurantsYellochlli.aspx?MenuId=37&ParentMenuId=10)
The variety and quality of food at YC had all of us grinning and gobbling in happy silence and the ambience was seriously nice. We sat in the open-air section under the shade of tall trees that were lit up with tiny bulbs and looking pretty indeed. The indoors section was completely taken over by dining families. They were loud but not annoyingly so. Seemed like everyone was happy to be here.
Post dinner, we drove around Koregaon Park in search of The Nameless Place and finally arrived at this white massive mansion with beautiful lawns and gardens, complete with lotus ponds and walkways and no name - which did solve the mystery of why no one seemed to know the name of this place. Guess they wanted to keep it exclusive to the point of excluding people from staying there. There were plenty of rooms available (we now knew why) and thus had the pick of our rooms. That settled, I took the opportunity to wander around the massive mansion exploring secret gardens tucked away in it’s massive white folds. The place was peaceful and the non-oppressive silence sort of filtered down the roofs and soaked into the bed. All very well, but I wanted to go clubbing and we did.
Acrylic on Canvas
36" x 24" x 1.5"
On a Friday evening late last year, friends and I headed out to Pune for the weekend. Our first stop - Yellow Chilli “exotic yet authentic like a yellow chili!” A restaurant chain started by the known Chef’ - Sanjeev Kapoor was said to be a “causal dining restaurant with a five-star feel...” (source: http://www.sanjeevkapoor.com/RestaurantsYellochlli.aspx?MenuId=37&ParentMenuId=10)
The variety and quality of food at YC had all of us grinning and gobbling in happy silence and the ambience was seriously nice. We sat in the open-air section under the shade of tall trees that were lit up with tiny bulbs and looking pretty indeed. The indoors section was completely taken over by dining families. They were loud but not annoyingly so. Seemed like everyone was happy to be here.
Post dinner, we drove around Koregaon Park in search of The Nameless Place and finally arrived at this white massive mansion with beautiful lawns and gardens, complete with lotus ponds and walkways and no name - which did solve the mystery of why no one seemed to know the name of this place. Guess they wanted to keep it exclusive to the point of excluding people from staying there. There were plenty of rooms available (we now knew why) and thus had the pick of our rooms. That settled, I took the opportunity to wander around the massive mansion exploring secret gardens tucked away in it’s massive white folds. The place was peaceful and the non-oppressive silence sort of filtered down the roofs and soaked into the bed. All very well, but I wanted to go clubbing and we did.
It’s only later that night or maybe the next day I felt the urge to paint again. The Fire Within is my way of holding on and re- experiencing the simplicity of that weekend , the chance to unwind, re-charge... A packed yet carefree weekend, born of an impulse to go for a long drive, listen to music and feel the wind in my face... The dinner and the dancing, walking barefoot in the dew-wet grass and resisting the urge to sleep even in the wee hours of pre-dawn. The walk to the German Bakery on that glorious Saturday morning, we were accompanied by background music floating from the Osho Ashram. Tall trees, clean air, old heritage bungalows lovingly cared for, cheerful and spunky Labrador puppies, fresh baked bread, hot and peppered mashed potatoes, baked omelet, a tall glass of coffee, conversations and rustling newspapers, old worn-out wooden benches under thatched roofs of the German Bakery..... And thousands of minutes to admire, to soak in all these things.
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