“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
Old house and autorickshaws
Backstreet street close to Appa Balwant Chowk. Narrow winding streets with these old houses that will be torn down to make way for the multistory concrete structures, like the one looming behind. It was a really hot afternoon in the last days of Pune summer. The auto rickshaws were parked in the shade before they went out to ply in the busy old town later that evening.