I had met her at a wedding in Kashmir.She was a guest. I was a stranger taking photographs.
I noticed her because she was a live wire --I could feel her electricity from across the room.
We sat together on the floor, eating from the same dish.She told me she was a student, studying marketing.Marketing! I exclaimed.How interesting.What do you plan to with that? I asked.She looked at me. Then she looked away and said, After I finish my studies, I’ll do what's expected of me: I’ll get married.Then I will stay at home.I will wash clothes.And I will wash dishes.And I will wash children. And the days will pass like that.And I will look back on that time when I studied marketing. And I’ll try to remember what my professors taught me.But by then everything I learned at university will have slipped through my fingers and vanished into thin air.And I’ll pretend that it doesn't matter.That it doesn’t matter at all.
I’m very good at pretending, she said. And then she laughed.
I piled them up. The family photos. And then I started hanging, with no plan...no plan at all. Along the way I added little things from the garden. And magic numbers here and there. And some treasures from my desk drawer. And some toys (because life is too short, really). And in the end it looked something like this.
My little family art gallery running up the staircase to our bedroom at Peacock Pavilions.
Many thanks to star intern, Ian, for the all the drilling and hammering:-)
Psst, that last blog post was just a preview. You see my family and I were actually not in 1 French TV commercial promoting Marrakech, but 3 Each had 15 seconds that were the same and 10 seconds that were different.
Here's one promoting Nouvelles Frontieres Resort in Marrakech. Inexpensive but had cool Moroccan cooking classes for adults and fun Moroccan pottery classes for kids!