Babulnath is where my grandma, uncles, aunts and cousin live. I’ve visited here since I was a little kid and it was fun to sketch some of the scenes I’ve known for a long time.
This is the tyre-puncture-repair-walla, the guy who can rescue a tyre with a long nail in it, or retread the baldest of tyres. All he used was a spanner, some strong glue and a metal bottle cap to work with.
This is the view from Marine Drive, a promenade also known as the Queen’s Necklace because it looks like one when it is all lit up at night. It is one of the few places where you can go for a stroll, enjoy the ocean breeze, take in a sunset and sit in peace and have some space to yourself. And while you’re at it, you can enjoy some channa chor garam. I ate my share of it while I sketched.
These two sketches were made at Mahalaxmi Dhobi Ghat, an open air laundromat where washermen was clothes from thousands of households all over the city in over 700 little cement cubicles filled with water. It is incredible how they keep tabs of which clothes belong to whom. Clothes are washed by hand and beaten against stone to get the dirt out. They then hang to dry in the sun, and are ironed every evening. After that they are tied up in large cloth bundles that the dhobis carry back to households all over the city.
A close-up of a washing cubicle. A washerman stand knee-deep in water, washing a pile of clothes.
Next up: Crawford Market, Churchgate and Victoria Terminus. And all my India sketches, in this flickr set