During my trip to Rajasthan, I got a chance to spend a night in a village hut. Woke up early next day morning hearing some sounds. Went out and I saw a lady making tea in an earthen kiln { that’s a photo for some other time ]. And right behind her, I saw this tiny makeshift table on which she had so neatly arranged her few utensils. Made me think for a minute about my kitchen and all that I have in there in all those shelves – the thought of which suddenly made me feel very suffocated.