The site of decorated autos playing loud Rajasthani music, noisy markets with flamboyant colours and the smell of freshly made Alu Bhujia could only mean one thing , I'm in Bikaner baby! wohooooo! I never thought that I would be sitting in Bikaner working on my final collection. It felt unreal and hard to believe. All of this was happening so fast that I had to stop for a second and breathe, just to take it all in . Coming back to Bikaner was a small thought that had crossed my mind the last time I was in this lovely city and a year later, here I am , one step closer to making one of my many dreams come true.
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| 5 am at the Sarai Rohilla station in Delhi , waiting for my train to Bikaner . Lays ! what would I ever do without you ? |
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| outside Bikaner station, loading the luggage onto an auto |
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| Rangsutra - the NGO I interned with last year ,who introduced me to the craftsmen |
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| Buying some of my fabrics from the market |
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| Streets of Bikaner |
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| Street performers entertaining the crowd in the market |
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| Ice cream wala ! |
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| What I saw everyday while walking to work |
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| Make way for the Mr.Oont! |
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| My lovely painted steel trunks <3 by far the best buy ! |
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| Freshly made Bhujia |
What's not to love about the city. It's so diverting, just like every other Indian city is . Being here is the perfect change in environment that I need right now for me to focus on my collection.
Wow! Have a great time in Bikaner & all the best for ur final collection :)
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