Stories From That TextBook

One very distinct memory that I have and remember living it in the moment as well, is of myself getting lost in the pictorial representations of text-books back in school. The imagery of a quaint summer day, an old man walking on the road, a seller or a rickshaw puller resting under the tree, a kid rushing to buy an ice-cream from the street vendor in those quintessential shorts and collared shirt and a street dog breaking away from slumber to drink water by the road. Whenever we did stories visually represented and manifested like this, it always swept me away to this illusionary land. It perhaps more was the inquisitiveness and an answer to self or rather the kid in...