Beschrijving

” It has always been in the palimpsest of my memories when my grandmother used to tell me bedtime stories when I was a child. Her tales of animals, birds, trees, and forests took me to unknown lands of fantasy. One of the stories that have stayed with me was called ‘ Goolar ke phool ‘. The story was about goolar [ fig ] flowers which were seen by only lucky people, and whoever was able to see them would find a treasure or a lost kingdom. Exhilarated at the prospect of coming across