After days of travelling, tuktuk and taxidrives, ordering, being creative, and getting our ideas across to artisans and makers, we finally carved out a little time to unwind. In Jaipur, our next stop, we had already promised ourselves a massage—some proper self-care. But here in Pushkar, all we wanted was to be outside. Among the people. To soak in the colors, the energy, the sounds. The sacred buzz of this magical town.
Our hotel felt like a quiet and peaceful haven, just a few steps away from the bustle. Sitting there with a hot chai in hand, surrounded by blooming flowers and the soft murmur of life outside—it felt like such a gift. A deep breath after a long stretch.
We took time to go over all our projects, the ones we had just started and those that were nearly ready to bring home. Gonnie, our chief finance (and absolute numbers wizard), looked over the details with her usual sharpness and calm. My own head is wired a little differently—full of possibilities, language, color, shapes, and materials. Where one of us finishes, the other begins.
Our cooperation is something rare. We know exactly what we’re each good at—and equally, what we’re not. There’s a natural rhythm between us, one that feels seamless and smooth. Like a well-made textile—woven with trust and clarity.
That too felt like a gift. Sitting there, chai in hand, sun on our skin, taking a moment to feel grateful for the work, the journey, and the friendship that holds it all together.
Pushkar reminded us: rest doesn’t mean stopping. Sometimes, it just means being—fully, presently, and joyfully.
Happy to share our joy with you!
Desert People
