Purity Indian Barley


These tins of barley have been mouldering in the back of a cupboard for untold eons -- perhaps my late mother-in-law had intended to prepare barley water -- but Fate Intervened.

That mother looks to me as if she's just about to give her child a good shaking.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

goodness...
please preserve one. i shall gift it to my mother on her 75th b'day this year. thanks.
that yellow tin... the smell, the taste, the sick bed and the army of enemy adults glowering down on its sickly occupant... all of it has come flooding back.

Joel said...

I thought she was the Virgin Mary. ;)

Anonymous said...

Could as well BE Virgin Mary. But the thing that always intrigued me as a child were the barley tins in the picture - one within another - till infinity! I always wondered the artist had started drawing them from the smallest one, or was it ferom the largest?

Nancy Gandhi said...

Thanks for the new perspective :). I didn't noticed the pictures receding to infinity.