The house was home to a large extended family who all seemed to be coming and going, we where taken to a small room with two enormous fans whirring away to keep the heat down, and given chairs around a low table they even found a fork for me. The men folk eat together in this culture so we were brought steaming pots of delicious food, including probably the most aromatic and tasty biryani I ever eaten. Amit entertained them with poetry in their own language, and I just soaked up the warm hospitality. Later Rashid's wife came to sit with us, unveiled and smiling happily, another great honour.
On reflection, what I learned from the trip is that maybe we have to get used to paying a little more for sheesham wood gifts, and value this wood more. It's not just a nice wooden box with pretty brass inlay.. it's a whole culture under threat.
More stories next week.
Regards
David