So far, the journey has been intense; the time to process is limited and the volume of pieces to assemble the mosaic increases dramatically with each moment of exploration. We realise that this dynamic is unsustainable; we need to process, write, draw and give space to the new, as well as to recovery. Despite being aware of this, we arrived in Pune and soon realised that time was limited. In India, it seems that there is a quality in the atmosphere that makes life live accelerated: things are done quickly, you get in and out of vehicles quickly; if you leave a space, someone occupies it; if you stop, you lose. It's something you feel in the queues, crossing the streets, taking a tuk-tuk or sitting in restaurants. It is as if the world had made a sacred pact with efficiency, which is now sickly, and there we are, stuck in the whirlpool and wanting to grab a tree to slow down.
Pune is a city of 10 million inhabitants, located 560 metres above sea level, which makes its nights cooler. The city has existed since 870 CE. Its streets are more spacious and, in general, it has tall trees that provide freshness. There is a visible reduction in garbage in its streets compared to the other cities visited, which is complemented by many communication campaigns that connect waste management with the sustainability of the city.
The city centre is dominated by the walls of the Shaniwar Wada Royal Palace, a construction of the 1740 CE Peshwa Empire which corresponds with the city's political boom. In the alleys full of people and all kinds of shops and services, we find the artisan production of bronze in Tambat Aali. We had a broad conversation with the son of a family dedicated to the production of bronze and brass. The father has dedicated his life to this profession and we had the opportunity to see evidence of his most dazzling works, as well as appreciate some of the oldest pieces, coloured by the inevitable oxidations of the passage of time. Now, with the children, he sustains the practice. The workshop, full of elements, presses, hammers, bronze chips and other gadgets, immersed us in the alchemical atmosphere of the trades.
The food in Pune is wonderful, not only for the diversity of manifestations and options, but also for the quality and variety of places that invite you to enjoy a quieter and more pleasant meal. So we had dinner and talked peacefully every night, without the desire to leave the table or receive the bill to go out. We drank coffee or tea in small places created for that purpose, dedicating time to processing life.
Very close to Pune, we visited the Zapurza Museum of Art and Culture, a cultural complex built to present an extensive art collection which honours the culture and traditions of the region. The building integrates with nature and allows a smooth flow from one gallery to another; the presence of artists on the site, as well as demonstrations and temporary exhibitions, make this place a very valuable and enriching experience.
We had the pleasure of visiting the place with Akash, with whom we managed to create an open and curious conversation about life in general, using Google Translate. Akash is a music professional, dedicated to the world of transport, who after driving a rickshaw for five years, now has his own car. With him we made several trips and enjoyed the local delicacies, making our exploration experience much more nutritious. On the second day travelling together, he surprised us with parathas made by his wife for our breakfast. They were delicious; we had breakfast and fed ourselves with the love expressed through them for two days.
Around Pune there are archaological remains of several fortresses, so we put our energy into two: Sinhagad and Lohgad. The Sinhagad fortress was built in the 17th century and has been an important place of defence throughout history, until the independence of India. Its sturdy walls and imposing doors are the prelude to wonderful views and the best setting to try kulfi, a homemade milk and sugar ice cream in stainless steel cones, covered by hand and sealed with a piece of bicycle tire rubber. When you ask for it, the lid is removed and a small pressurised bamboo stick is inserted. This man sells 900 ice creams daily that he prepares every night and preserves in a mixture of ice and salt.
We saw the fortress of Lohgad from the Buddhist caves of Bhaja. In the distance, the end of the fortification gives an idea of its size. We arrived early, before the food stalls opened and before the arrival of the monkeys, and we began the ascent of the 500 steps to the top. The fortress is located on the edge of the Sahyadri mountain range; it is built on four levels, connected by four entrance arches reinforced with defensive capabilities. At the back, an elongated fortified shape that resembles the tail of a scorpion complements its structure. At the top, 16 water reservoirs, stables and temples enrich the infrastructure. The view from the top is impressive because of its spaciousness and the smog that prevents you from enjoying it in its entirety.
To the west of the city, we visited Lonavala, a key mountain resort for the inhabitants of Mumbai. On the way to this destination, we explored three temples from different eras. The first of them was the Birla Ganpati Temple, where an impressive sculpture of Lord Ganesh, sculpted in marble, stands. This place, serene and peaceful, invites silence and contemplation.
We continued our journey to the Karla and Bhaja caves. The Karla caves, built between the 2nd and 4th centuries CE, are adorned with beautiful sculptures. On the other hand, the Bhaja caves, dating from the second century, house an extensive collection of stupas and 22 caves, highlighting the majesty of their architecture with vaulted ceilings.
During our stay, we stayed in a nature reserve north of the city, where we got lost in silence for two days. For the first time, we found ourselves away from the beeps, screeches, and hubbub of urban life. We were accompanied only by the chants of the temples near sunset and dawn, and the soft murmur of the leaves of the trees, caressed by the wind, which woke us up every morning, sweetly, like a loving murmur.
Alan y Marce



































