My mother-in-law has some beautiful brass wares – lamps, uralis, cookware, serve ware; some ethnic-classy, others simple and utilitarian but almost all of them traditional. It’s a love we both share.
I coaxed her to bring these lovely brass dishes she inherited from her grandmother from inside the closet. I love them more because they are at least a 100 years old
When she and I went antiquing to a antique-flea store, which I chanced upon on my Bangalore trip last month, her love of lamps surfaced to the shore in big waves.