Art is an amazement as long as it is not a profession. It was accurate from the potter’s point of view. But he had proved it wrong today. He had created a masterpiece. It was unlike anything he had ever made in his forty years in pottery. And now, he couldn’t stop looking and wondering in amazement at his creation. The potter resided in the ancient village of Binjhbayla, located in a far and forgotten corner of Rajasthan.

किसी की बेख़बरी को नादानी समझा जाता है तो कोई लापरवाह हो जाता है अगर आप करें ग़लती तो माफ हो जाती है अगर हम करें तो गुनाह हो जाता है। आधी रात को आते हैं फतवे आपके जो रात कर देते हैं हराम बची हुई आधी जान तो कील पर टंगी हुई है आप टांग दो तमाम बची हुई। ख़ता करने पर तय होता है कि सजा-ए-ख़ता क्या है

After sleeping for many days on the cold floor, I held to the comfort of my bed. When Mohit woke me up, it was already eight. He was already ready. Mohit was holding a comb in one hand and wearing a caring expression. When I sat on my bed, he shouted, “Get up! Get ready while I bring breakfast. You have ten minutes. Otherwise, we will be late for the assembly.

Once again, the cold floor woke me up earlier than my alarm. I could hear the morning prayers in the Gurudwara. I sat on my knees and listened to softening words of the Japji Sahib. Words of wisdom created a sense of responsibility and encouragement in me. I listened to the music for a few minutes, then took out the only fresh clothes in my bag and went to bath.