About five miles and an hour's walk away from the Rolla House, behind a tall tall Bonzai Tree, lies a mysterious, meandering creek. The villagers call the creek Longkang Ganga as many believe it to be a tributary of THE Source of Life itself, Mother Ganga or the River Ganges. BUT no one really knows where the creek originates from or where its mouth is as the rivulet seems to go on in an endless infinite stream.
AND despite being nestled amongst the isolated hills and rocky ridges of the harsh Rajasthani desert, the river never seems to run dry. This is a river revered, a gift from the Gods for with its abundant fish life, the river also holds a promise for the hardworking that they will never go hungry.
That is, if you follow a few simple rules....
Use only the traps and baskets made by your own hands.
And if it rains on the day a brand new set is used,
your harvest will be quick.
Eat what you kill and do not kill more than a week's worth.
And so it was on a mid-winter's dawn that Om took his baskets and trap, weaved only the night before, and started his l o n g walk to the creek. He was just about to step into the creek when the 1st drops of desert rain started pitter-pattering on him. And the trap had barely hit the bottom before Om felt the morning's 1st catch. A single, glimmering, beautiful river trout. Ro will be so happy, OM thought, happy himself.
Now, Om hardly had time to open the fish's gills to gut it before two more appeared..
and before he could utter Namaste to the new arrivals, another one came and then...
until we have S I X !
That's just nice for a week as the family goes without meat
once a week on the last day.
Om removed the trap from the river bed,
store the fishes safely in his basket
his long but satisfying walk home.
Will you agree with me if I say
you just can't get them any fresher than this?
Or any more realistic... Fishes by Kiva Atkinson, of course. I commissioned Kiva on 4th Feb 2011 to make me some river fishes and I landed these beyond awesome trouts on the eve of Valentine's Day. When I emailed her that I have received them together with her gifts of fruits and platter (which I will show in another post), she was having a meal with Lance at a Chinese restaurant, probably steamed fish.
My brother had held one of her creations in his hand and said "This is reeeeeeeal!" I swear they are too. One of them kept flopping out of the bamboo tray wherever I lay them! Look, if you don't believe me.