My photographic assignments back in those days were faithfully assisted through my committed parents constantly on the wheels covering regions in our district one at a time.My personal preferences to choose different villages few hundred miles away from home falls on the cause of my schooling days which couldn’t be disrupted.Another ground being the attachment I had to the genuine Kutchi tribes and their culture.They have a collective lifestyle to the fullest having a joint family concept.The tribes gathering under a huge banyan tree singing their folklore adorning in hand made embroidered vibrant colored clothing and intricate jewelry is a normal sight while driving through,I would be uploading their handcrafts in my future albums.
Driving on the national highway towards Bhuj,I fell a bit inquisitive regarding the fort lying on the left hand side.We turned our wheels towards the fort,hitting at the base of the hillock the shepherds cautioned us about the spooky place and the activities within the fort.My Father’s presence gave me a secure atmosphere and every child experiences it with Papas around the vicinity.We climbed up the hill bumping unexpectedly in front of the two massive wooden fort gates.One was a huge main door-hinged strong as the main protective gates and the inner courtyard had a wooden door tall,beautiful and massive withstanding since ages through all the seasons.
From time to time I acknowledge the blessings I chance upon circumstantially.Leaning on to the high fort gates using this prop in the best possible way for the viewfinder I was surprised to see a flock of sheep with the clanging of their bells pushing me away from the door as I was an obstruction.They were in hundreds, I could hear the whistling shepherds from a distance. As they drew closer I noticed them having a bamboo stick with their lunch and water hanging in their tribal bags at both the ends of the staff.I requested him and finally he agreed to hand me over his staff and the flock of his sheep,though he guided them through with the variation in his whistling.I tried whistling my way without any effect on them,later to know they would only listen to his voice.
I had worn a flared polka dotted ankle length skirt.The material is totally environmental.I topped it with a linen shirt from Alfred Dunner’s Button Down Shirts.For any trip footwear plays an important role.I was careful of avoiding a tired walk and I carried a casual footwear to climb up the hill while I picked up these silhouette from woodlands for the photo session, being a sunny day I was carrying a Sheplers straw hat with me which promoted me to experience a shepherdess life for an hour with a Vogue glares.
I inhabited every second as it related me to the Patriarchs of the Biblical era. Cities and towns has robbed us away from the natural lifestyle.Dwelling in a town or a city we are pushed around in a hectic lifestyle which never affords us the opportunity to gaze up into the star decked sky, neither with the accumulation of the vast knowledge the nature renders around.
Few hours with the shepherd and his sheep slammed few valuable questions against me.Am I obedient as the sheep is to its Shepherd?? Am I punctual at the very first call as the sheep that diverts their paths to the different kinds of whistling by their own Master.
The thrill of uploading a new concept in pictures was being subdued with the powerful moral tips taught by the flock of sheep.As I am penning down these words I am knocked out ponderously at the relationship between the Shepherd and the sheep.Can I stay committed and obedient until the whistle from my Master sounds??
Top: Alfred Dunner’s
Skirt: Tailored by Mumma