Day 3:
Ramazan’s
Kingdom
irst activity of the day began with me
F
making a hot cup of Earl Gray tea after
which I rolled out for the day. My day
began with a surprise… a flat tyre! The
adventure for the day had begun and so had
the hunt for a puncture repair shop. Luckily, I
found one at the end of the road, just around the
corner.
After the repairs were done, I arrived at the
lake and looked for Ramazan, my trusted guide
for Nalsarovar, but could not find him anywhere.
I met up with his father, who asked his younger
son to take me on the boat and assured that
Ramazan would join in shortly. Once in deep
waters, I got busy with my cameras. It wasn’t
Day 4: Familiar
long before Ramazan joined us while I was taking
pictures of kingfishers. I was happy to have my
Faces
friend back on board and we ventured further
into the lake. It was then I sighted a multitude
of feathery flamingos. It was an absolute treat for
over
the
the eye. I soaked it all in, enjoying every moment
he next
day
, I was
pondering
through the lens and capturing those moments
forever in time.
After nearly three hours of venturing in the T
route
which
would
be
ideal
to r
each
the
little
Rann
of K
utch.
The
route
I planned
was
Viramgam-
Dasada
lake, our stomachs were rumbling with hunger. – Jenabad
– Jinjwada.
From
Jinjwada
I would
It was time to get to Ramazan’s home for another then go
off-r
oad
20kms
to V
asada
Dada
Temple
round of their staple diet- Bajra ki Roti, Baingan where
I would
halt
in night.
I had
visited
this
ka Bharta, Lasun ki Chatni and some fresh onions place
about
two
years
ago
and
hav
e some
great
and buttermilk. memories.
I couldn
’t wait
to get
back
ther
e and
As we got off the boats and headed towards the relive all of it.
hutment and the community, my eyes wandered I
was
on
track,
cruising
at a
steady
speed,
about, soaking in the culture of the little village. enjoying
the
ride
till
I reached
Jinjwada.
As
I
I was engulfed by the aura of the place. It was moved
further
, follo
wing
the
flags
that
guided
warm as sunshine which came from the warmth me,
I came
across
a sign
saying
“RO
AD
of love and togetherness in the community. A CLOSED”
and
I saw
no
flags
after
that
point.
shed covered in blue plastic sheets from above and It was
instinct
and
past
experience
that
guided
I was
accurate
the sides was something they identified as a home. me in
determining
wher
e to
go.
Mother Earth lay there as the ground to protect enough
in
my
judgment
and
reached
Vasda
them and cuddle them when tired. An earthen Dada
temple
by 5
pm.
I was
warmly
greeted
by
oven on the ground with some firewood burning Patel
Bhai
who
I had
come
across
two
years
ago
.
was enough of a kitchen for them. Not much they We spent
some
quality
time
talking
and
eating
owned or possessed and probably it was this, that for an
hour
after
which
I tucked
myself
to sleep
blankets
and
gazing
at
made them the happy people they really are, with on a
charpai
with
two
ve.
not having to worry about losing anything. Just the starr
y winter night sky abo
living each day as it comes.
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