Dhurry

After dinner we moved to other chairs, which the servants had set out on a dhurry (a carpet of sorts), and I didn’t even get my bridge, for the talk of spooks went on until I very nearly fell asleep, I was so tired of it.

To add to it, while the other boys ate from the canteen or had brought along little tiffin boxes for their lunch, the Birla boys would have a veritable feast laid out for them on a dhurry (a type of carpet) in a vacant verandah, with the full meal paraphernalia of trays, bowls, glasses and spoons.

Here Ajmat Dev is portrayed seated on a dhurry with white and brown stripes while he smokes a hookah. In one hand he holds a rosary, in the other a ripe mango. A second mango lies on the dhurry.

[…] oh, even the clay khaddar-turbaned and dhoti-loinclothed fakir snake charmer sitting padmasana on his dhurry mat swaying from shrab and blowing jadu musica ficta, or the kind in the background of daravani films, on his miniature pungi flute in front of his jhow basket and donation bowl while diminutive papier mache nude bayaderes were scaling ambary ropes which the serpentwood flute’s notes caused to rise up from the basket for them to escape being pursued by a nittany hissing cobra . . . Fascinating!