An orange-and-gold sun was emerging in the distance and they could hear soft singing. A group of village women in bright colours were walking towards the well to wash and bathe and fill their vessels. ‘If we stand here for another half an hour or so, you’ll see them come back and they will be swaying differently. They will look different. The way they look when they are coming back, that is the picture you have to translate into your music . . . There is a deep relationship between colour and sound and beauty. They feed one another, they create harmony.’
