Imagine an earnest youngster who dreams of being an artist. He is the youngest of six children, five brothers, and one sister. The family does not have the money to send him to art school. After matriculation, his oldest brother Devbha finds him work in a place that creates illustrations for book covers, calendars, and greeting cards. He excels at his work; it is as if art is made for him, and he for art.
There is no need for us to get old . . .
In 2010, I began to think that I was not very useful anymore; my greatest fear was that I was becoming
a burden. I wished I could leave this world.
Chanda told me that leaving the body is not in our hands. She said I should focus on some creative activity.