I don't dream but its my wish , my dream, to play a clown. I want to paint myself and act like a mad person
I keep hearing this word again and again. What truth? Whose truth? These are the words that we play with. We wear clothes for others, behave in particular ways for others. And that living is the truth for that particullar moment. It changes from time to time and from individual to individual.
best writer I read till now. though not watched his best "sakharam binder" and "Ghansiram kotwal" ...searching for VCD/DVDs, anyone have it? ..let me know..
