In Sanskrit, Kanak means gold. But to us at Glass Forest, the Kanak Collection is not merely about the glitter of gold-it is about the glow of festivity, the shimmer of laughter, and the quiet poetry of gathering. It is about the small rituals that turn a house into a home, and a table into a memory.
Every piece in Kanak was born from the thought that celebrations are not measured in scale, but in detail-the way glass catches candlelight, the way a vessel can cradle both food and feeling, the way a bowl can echo the joy of shared sweetness.
Take, for instance, the Kanak Dot Bowl.
With its playful constellation of colors scattered across clear glass, it feels like festival confetti caught mid-air. Place motichoor ladoos in it, or sugared almonds, and suddenly your table becomes a stage for joy-bright, unrestrained, childlike in its delight.
The Kanak Drinking Glasses carry that same spirit forward. Each one is flecked with cheerful dots, as though laughter itself had settled on the rim. They are made for clinking together-filled with creamy mango lassi at brunch, spiced kahwa on winter evenings, or sparkling celebratory fizz under a canopy of fairy lights. In their transparency, you see not just the drink, but the warmth of companionship.
Then there is the Kanak Dessert Bowl, luminous in clear or milky white glass. It is the quietest piece in the collection, and perhaps the most tender. In its curve, a serving of saffron-soaked rabri feels like an offering; a scoop of rose falooda becomes more than dessert-it becomes memory itself. These bowls do not shout, but their silence is full of grace, carrying nostalgia like a soft hymn at the end of a long day.
And finally, the Kanak Temple Glass Sculpture-an homage to the sacred geometry of celebration. Inspired by temple shikharas, it rises upward in amber and clear glass, resting on a wooden base like a small shrine. It is not just art, but presence. Place it on your festive table, and the meal becomes an act of reverence; keep it in your living space, and even the everyday feels touched by ritual.
What ties these pieces together is not uniformity, but essence. Each is different-playful dots, tender whites, sacred forms-but all speak of the same truth: that festivity is a mosaic of emotions. Joy, reverence, nostalgia, and togetherness. Light, laughter, and memory.
Hand-blown in borosilicate glass, the Kanak Collection carries the mark of the artisan’s hand-the subtle variations, the textures that no machine can mimic. These are not flaws; they are fingerprints of care, signs that what you hold was once shaped in breath and flame.
And so, when the lights dim and the festival begins, the Kanak Collection does what we hope all our work does-it disappears into the celebration. You no longer see just bowls, or glasses, or sculptures. You see tradition reborn. You see joy cradled. You see gold-not in the glitter of metal, but in the glow of memory being made.