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A doll’s house

The four-bedroom house of Rohini and Eshwar in Sasthamangalam also houses hundreds of dolls and antiques
In front of the house hangs a parrot doll, swaying with the soft breeze of a Kerala evening. There are more of them inside, on top of a shelf and in the sides of an almirah, in different shapes and colours. More than a thousand of those had hung at a wedding in the Tamarind Tree hall in Bengaluru, nearly a year ago. The bride and groom stood under the parrot dolls and next to miniature human dolls, putting garlands on each other. Rohini and Eshwar looked like two dolls themselves, traditional Bengali wedding clothes on them, complete with the topor on his head. In fact, two dolls dressed exactly like them on their wedding day are inside that house we spoke about, where Rohini and Eshwar now stay. They moved to Thiruvananthapuram only four months ago. Eshwar's Jet Airways job brought them here.
From Madurai where they last went to, the two packed their huge collection of dolls and antiques and brought it into a four-bedroom house in Sasthamangalam. “Our friends would ask us why we needed such a huge house, but when they visit us, they see the reason,” Eshwar says. Right in the centre of the living room is a square space that has a small collection of human dolls, surrounding the ‘Andal Amma’ they picked up from Madurai. “The three women you see on the side are Ravi Varma dolls,” Rohini, the artist, says.
That is only a small preview of what waits for you inside. The antique shelf at the corner gives you a better picture of the love this young couple has for anything that is old and has a story to tell. “The shelf is a 150-year-old sweet shop,” Rohini says. At the bottom rack, the sweet seller had sat to sell his sweets. “He would remove the doors everyday that can be reattached in the evening when he closes the shop,” Eshwar says.
Every corner of the house is packed with pieces of history, so thoughtfully collected that you feel nostalgic for a time you never belonged to. There are for instance, old black-and-white photographs of men and women they have no relation with, random photos they collected. A room further inside has more dolls, arranged neatly inside a shelf, categorised in ways. There are porcelains and glass toys on the top, and tin toys at the bottom. On the inside of a glass table, they have stored celluloid toys more than 70 years old. Along the way, they also collect old vessels, which now stay on racks along the staircase and shelf tops. Every piece of furniture in the house is an antique, more than a hundred years old. Sometimes it comes down from their families, like the bed of a grandmother, and the chairs of great grandfathers. Eshwar has a habit of surprising Rohini with gifts from the past. For her birthday in November, she is waiting for another surprise at their doorstep. But then she had always wanted it so, even as a girl.
“When I finished my tenth grade and got the marks my mother had asked for, she said she would buy me a gift. I chose a black mask from Goa, a form of Yali, which was 300 to 400 years old!” Not surprisingly, Rohini grew up to be an artist. She appreciates craft even as she collects history. “The importance of craft must not be forgotten. It is the craft of today that becomes the antique of tomorrow.” She keeps the initials she finds in old bowls and boxes of unknown people, unchanged. In the kitchen, you see a rice bowl with ‘M.S.’ written on it, a spice box with Tamil letters ‘Pu Mu Pu’.
Eshwar’s love had always been for cars — toy cars and real ones. At 15, he restored a car for the first time, a 1935 Plymouth. That love grew up with him, restoring vintage cars. These are now in Bengaluru, where the two first met and fell in love. Their creativity extended to even their weddings — a Bengali one and a Tamil one — with a video of the highlights. Now, the couple are planning to open the house for visitors. Rohini’s mother Indira is seen saying, “We had a clue... When she went away to do her MA, she looked firm even at the airport. But then she makes a phone call and in a broken voice, tells me ‘Take care of Eshwar, he is really crying’.”
( Source : deccan chronicle )
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