“The arts are not a way of making a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country
Monday, June 4, 2012
View looking down the hill from a restaurant close to Ruskin Bond's house. (Indian born Englishman who has written many novels set in India.). I had a hearty Tibetan noodle soup. Quite cold outside. Late December 2011. This is halfway down to the main Mussoorie market and is free from the crowds and the dirt and chaos that seem to follow.