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Blasts, firing, terrorist attacks! Put on the T.V., …Check the details! Where, when, how? Call your loved ones. Are they safe? Ask them to get home fast or stay over at a safe place till things cool down a bit! Telephone, mobile lines jammed! News channels on continuously for quite some time.. Until every bit of information is obtained, digested, relayed to others… facts,   figures… how many hurt, how many dead…! Sad stories, miraculous escapes, unfortunate beings caught in it. How   some missed, how some didn’t.   ….sad…   which hospitals?/ Any one needs blood?? Next day… news channels ..shots of   ground zero.. Mumbai’s spirit, Mumbai’s resilience.. yuck!   Don’t want to hear that one more time! Want to earn my bread.. so have to get back to work.. no other option! L Following evenings… debates   on who failed? Government updates, police updates, Cctv cameras, footage, failure of intelligence, no intelligence, we are working on the leads… home minister !? Yet more stories, foot

The mound of clay is in place, with the right amount of water base. Before the knead   is in progress, free it   of the tufts of grasses, for   you need an unsoiled lot, from old mother ground. Before   the mound is laid on the wheel, and   the wheel is set in motion, one needs to picture the pot, that will take shape from the mound. So take time out and build an image in the depths of your mind, of the final creation, its shape, colours and design. Then hold the mound with soft hands, and as the wheel gathers motion, with its centre of gravity and all, the image in your mind, will transfer onto the clay ball!