October 2016\nThe kitchen is a very intimate space.\nIt is where many facets of my habits, my work style, my skills, my character, my thinking are revealed.\nAnd so, if you are invited into my kitchen, you can infer hat you are a good friend and not a formal acquaintance who must restrict his or her presence to the living room.\nAm not sure if all cultures follow this.\nSome, especially in cold climates in India combine the living room, dining room and kitchen into one large room so that warmth from the hearth is usefully spread to all the inhabitants.\nAnd so it is with homes in Ladakh.\nAnd in reality,\u00a0 being in the unseparated kitchen is just the natural thing to do.\n**\nHere are a few images of my days in a village home in which I was made to feel very comfortable\u00a0 by people who are as warm as the place is cold.\nI was visiting along with some villagers who have become my friends in the past 3-4 years. We had arrived from Leh after traveling over 160 kilometers through the Himalayas, to attend a festival.\nThe celebration involves dressing up and dancing until the wee hours of the morning, to ancient music and songs that have been passed down through the generations. But before we went out to celebrate \u2026\n\nwe sat around eating and chatting over cups of tea.\nSoon I was offered sweet Angoori Chaang \u2026 home-made grape wine that is taken out on special occasions.\nMy children \u2013 now all in their twenties inform me that is what they call \u201cpre-drinking\u201d \u2013 drinking at home before going out to party!\u00a0 They thought this was very cool!\u00a0 Finally something to impress them!\n\n\n\n\n\nThe stove with the chimney in a neighbouring house..\n\nThe room I slept in that night along with two other young girls from the family. In the morning I realised that one of the window panes behind the curtain was missing. But the October Himalayan cold did not come in to the room \u2013 perhaps because of the wooden walls / ceiling and the lack of wind -tunnels in the design of the building construction.\n\n\nMy bed and a zillion quilts.\nAm no \u2018real princess\u2019 (ref the fairy tale by Hans Christian Andersen\u00a0 where the real princess could not tolerate a pea under seven layers of mattress) so I slept as soundly as I do in my own bed.\n\n\nAnd a great time was had by all!\njm\nOct 2016\nSave\nSave\nSave\nSave\nSave\nSave\nSave\nSave\nSave\nThe post Back into the Home & Hearth of the Himalayan Aryan People appeared first on The Art Blog by WOVENSOULS.COM.