For 42 years, I searched for my own shape — through sports, travel, coding, designing, agriculture. The form shifted again and again. There was always a void, though I couldn’t name it, always a sense of searching.
Then, unexpectedly, the search found direction in a small community for alternate education in Chandigarh. I found a home there, in the space, and in the people who held me with nothing but love. I went with questions for my son, and instead began a long journey of finding answers for myself.
I started growing my own food, working with soil, touching the earth every day. That was the first grounding — the feeling of mud in my hands, the realisation that the same earth I place a seed into to feed my physical body can also be placed on a potter’s wheel to feed my inner, spiritual self.
Clay offered a refuge, gently and firmly reminding me that there is no final shape to chase. Only the process is permanent. The process is the work. The process is the teacher.
— Partinder
At the wheel, I strive to move from feeling, not force — to listen to the clay instead of directing it. I am learning that clay has a way of revealing you to yourself; it asks for honesty, patience, and presence.
Partinder · pulll
I don’t see ceramics as luxury objects. Their value lies in honesty — in the care, time, emotion, and connection that go into making them. A piece will only pull you if it was created with the same pull.
What you take home isn’t just a vessel, but a part of that process — a small expression of someone’s inner world, shaped by hand and fired with intention. These are pieces meant to be lived with: to hold, to use, to feel close to.
Each piece is a small pulll — पुल / ਪੁਲ — between me and you.