A plot of land off the NH4 highway near Varve gaon was called The Land – for that is all it was for the longest time. Two decades of protecting the natural vegetation, planting trees, protecting the water table and creating a haven for the local wildlife has resulted in an patch of vibrant green on the hill slopes. An irregularly shaped house has developed along the years, each corner distinct, telling a story of the endless effort and treasure-hunting. Every aspect of the house has been collected through countless visits to the back-lanes of old Pune – firewoods shops, timberyard, chor bazaar, the list is endless. Doors and windows have been painstakingly put together, tiles have been arranged on the ground, light fittings are self designed and remnants of old buildings have been collected and assembled by hand. Here are a few pictures of The Land.
(amita – my mother; aboni – my father)