During an afternoon of conversations about textiles and travels, collector Danny Mehra pulls out his phone to produce a photograph of his latest acquisition—a small, worn textile he purchased at an auction but hasn’t yet received. “The transcript means ‘Don’t touch it. Don’t let it go’,” he explains, translating the Persian script visible on the 4×4 ft horse blanket in the image. “We had to deconstruct and reconstruct it again to really understand.” His wife, Renuka Mehra, adds, “That’s the thing about collecting. The object reveals itself to you over time.”
I’m chatting with the couple at their home in Richmond Town, Bengaluru, about the enviable collection of carpets they’ve accumulated over 40 years. In their museum-worthy home, every object tells myriad stories. Some are still waiting to be discovered.
The space itself is a collector’s dream—light streams through numerous windows, illuminating treasured pieces hung deliberately on walls. The rest of Danny’s textile bounty is stocked in his third-floor ‘basement’, some elegantly displayed, others strategically piled like textile islands for visitors to visually navigate. A corner table groans alongside a library of art books, while antique furniture punctuates the space. His two dogs, Tulu and Luri—named after carpet-making tribes, in a typical Danny Mehra touch—pad around their domain, occasionally settling on priceless artefacts with canine nonchalance.