A Kutch village somewhere in the middle of nowhere!

On the way back from the Great Rann we decided to visit a Kutch village by name Nirona which is famous for Rohan Art products. In fact, Nirona is the only remaining place in the world to make Rohan Art.

It was extremely sunny outside, but the wind coming in through the windows was moderately cold and I fell asleep. In my sleep, I dreamt of traveling on a boat on a tumbling sea, and one giant wave threw me out of my seat and my head hit the roof. I landed back with a thud – on my car seat, wide awake. I had just hit the roof of the car. Actually, we were traveling on a bumpy mud track through a bushy desert. The track didn’t appear to be heading anywhere in particular as it twisted and turned and tore through the bushes. The strange road and the non-existence of any hints of human existence were enough to send the alarm bells ringing in me, but Akbar bhai, our car driver, looked assured and relaxed. And then, out of the bushes, a village emerged.

A village in the middle of nowhere

The village is a kind of a small settlement but it is not the Nirona Village of Rohan Art fame, this is some other village, somewhere in the middle of nowhere! I didn’t ask the name of the village because I never thought I would be writing a post on it. But it’s an interesting place nevertheless.


I’m not sure whether I can call this a village. There are only about 10 to 15 houses, and most likely they all are one large family.


The women on the left to Prashant was apprehensive about us taking her photos. She asked us not to take her photos because we may upload them into internet!! but she’s in the internet now!!





Everything about Kutch is very colorful. Actually ‘colorful’ is not the word, it’s a color riot.


No dull colors. Only Red, Green, Yellow and Blue.

The villagers make handicraft items from bangles to bags, dresses and carpets. We were given free rein to walk into any house and photograph anything we wanted, but the cooperation rendered to us had a hidden cost to it. We were cajoled into buying some of the handicrafts.


Showcasing his art works


Sales Pitch. The man sitting on a chair (left) is Akbar Bhai, our cab driver.

At the end of the short visit, I realized, contrary to my initial perception, that they aren’t that far away from modern civilization or time. They know about the internet and watch Airtel Digital Tv. The people are smart in dealing with tourists and in selling their products. I’m sure Akbar Bhai might have taken a lot of people there before us, and he may have earned a lot of commission as well.

Since I don’t know the name of the place or its location on the map, there’s no way I can offer any guidance to anyone who may want to visit this village. All I can tell you is, ask the taxi drivers in Bhuj and some of them may know this place. Perhaps, the only clue is, the place is about an hour and a half drive from the white desert and the village of Nirona is an hour away.

This post is longer than I expected, so Nirona shall wait – until the next post.

About Joshi Mukard (100 Articles)
The author is a wandering soul with no place to call 'home-town'. He was born in Kerala, brought up in several parts of Tamil Nadu, and currently living in Bangalore, shifting his base across the city on a yearly basis with fellow (unfortunate) wanderers, his wife (Libena) and little daughter (Tanaya). Despite all these, the author is a happy soul with no complaints on anything. He wakes up in the morning and sleeps at night and in-between he ducks, stumbles and dances through this world.

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