Jaya had disappeared into the house and came back carrying a suitcase. He opened it up to show her a pile of exquisite finished scarves and sarongs while explaining that the problem he had selling them in the United States was that there was little or no understanding of the detailed handiwork that went into their making.
Lisa said, “This is very fine work and your designs and sense of colour are wonderful. I hope you’re very successful.”
“Thank you.” Jaya bowed modestly.
Just then Adi returned pushing two bicycles. “I thought we could take a bike ride and see the studio on the way,” he said.
The studio was in an L-shape on a corner block at the crossroads and had rice fields on two sides. It was built of recycled timber and was the only house on that side of the road. They entered via
