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An essay in Hindi on Zharotia as a painter of fantasy, written when he had begun working in ceramics. He recalls the big mulberry tree at his childhood home, where the children slept, ate and hid, and a visit to Chakrata in 1965 where he first felt the moon shining on the trees.
तब अक्सर यह होने लगा है कि यकायक तीन ही रह जाते हैं चांद, पेड़ और मैं।
Often it happens now that suddenly only three remain: the moon, the tree and I.
Jai Zharotia, translated from Hindi
Summary by The Jai Zharotia Foundation. The full text is held in the Foundation’s archive.