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THE POTTER
I am a potter. The wheel is my friend. I have learnt this age old art for my ancestors have passed it on. In the glamour of new electronics shops my little workshop in a mud hut remains dark and hidden. It is ridden with poverty and obscurity. But on I go for art knows no poverty but is a matter of the heart. I am an artist and my work sells so cheap. But my hard-work knows no bound. It is drudgery and it is dull and it is repetitive and muddy. My clothes all muddy and my hands coarse, my complexion dark with your negligence. But I must work day in and day out for I have a family to feed and children to educate.
My day starts early at dawn when your a.c.'s are still on. You sleep snug in your bed and I go by the river to collect some mud. Then back I come my morning rituals done. I eat some stale and hard chapatti with a cup of peach coloured tea. That is my breakfast and I start my day at long last. I remove all small pebbles from my mud and sit by the pottery wheel with hands cupped. Giving perfect shape to cups and glasses and plates, on which on a journey you once drank and ate.
I do not make ceramics or glassware either. But it is mud and can decorate your house as kitchen ware. During Diwali I make tiny utensils for little ones to play with and make lamps for it is my season. The best time of the year for me for a reason. You buy my stuff maximum. But electric lights have threatened to throw me out of my business. Long ago did the refrigerator come and my mud pots were thrown away, even now I make mud pots but you don't buy them anyway. Pots decorated with white paint and red and all thrown aside and such utensils now past and dead. But you won't get that natural flavour from your modern refrigerator either.
I run some obscure traditional business which you blink and miss and glamour has never been mine but purity and hard-work. May my children become mechanics and help repair your computers so that I know their profession is secure. But as long I live I shall keep this dying indispensable business alive with me too...
Hence taking leave of you...
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