As soon as November starts we have all kinds of fairs in Delhi at one part or the other. I mostly avoid going to the more popular ones. I trudge along to book fairs or those exhibitions holding some kind of creative activities. I find few takers for those. Hence I go alone. That's a good thing too. No one is hurrying me to rush back. So I just move about in my own pace savoring my own company. Some times we do need to do things our own way. Browsing books is one such activity. I simply forget the time while I am doing that.
I like going to art museums...paintings, scupltures etc etc. I try to decipher the mind of the artist. At times it is crystal clear and at others it is as indecipherable as it can be. But that does not bother me at all. In a way it gives me much to think about. I am a thinking person. I need constant food for my mind.
I like those exhibitions which satisfy my inner hunger. Though they can never fulfil it. Not in the way I want it to be. I am always wanting something. Nothing to do with material things. I can't explain it...
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