Back in the plains, Ahmedabad and Baroda, the spirit of Doshi in my heart, his smile, his art of selflessness, of thoughts of travelling with him to Bhuj, shooting in the Rann of Kutch, the spirit of Smrutivan, then onto Baroda, screening of new films at the Faculty of Fine Arts, the soft light of Maneesha in her studio, those high ceilings, Doshi still smiling through the skylights, Vasu's wonderful sincerity, no superficiality, those sweet artschool girls and their avant-garde thoughts... and today I leave for Mandu waiting to hold my breath next to history shining light on the monsoon's way... time stand still, the time is now, the place is here. :)