Our Story

Every mugling leaves the Khurja kiln plain, a cream body, a cobalt rim, eyes closed. Then somebody picks up a brush.

Khurja has been making pottery for around two centuries. The cobalt and brick red on cream you see on our mugs is the town's own hand, not a palette we invented. We work with the people who paint there, and we carry the finished pieces to Bangalore, where four of us sell them at flea markets and society courtyards on Saturdays.

The name is a diminutive, duckling, nestling, mugling. A small thing newly out of the clay, that somebody takes home. "Ugly" is the affectionate misnomer, the way families call the things they love ugly. Pick one up and you can see the brushstrokes. That is the whole point.