In the basement of my hotel outside one of the many restaurants, a turbaned gent sits cross-legged in front of a small charcoal fire taking requests to make bracelets. If you dine in the restaurant, you get a complimentary bracelet. Of course, I’m not eating in India so I was told to just tip the craftsman a few dollars and he will make some for me. I decided to tip him with all my remaining rupees.
Picking out the colors I wanted from the blocks on sticks, he melts each color, smearing them onto his tool one at a time . After sizing up the two thin pieces of copper onto my wrist which he will curl the melted colors around to form a circle, he expertly rolls out the colors somehow manipulating the swirls of black, gold and silver to form a gorgeous and unique piece of art. After some banging and more sizing, the bracelet is finished and hot. Literally. Allowing it to cool off, I proceeded to get others made for Mia and co-workers. When I proudly wear mine, I will always remember my incredible adventure in India.