“An old man crawls on the roof, risking the only thing he still has, his life, to feed himself. Below him live men much younger, listening to the radio, watching TV or sleeping. They’ve sold their wives and children. They can’t stand the heat with their shirts on,’ says Plato. ‘That’s the contrast. That’s what turns life into art.”

“An old man crawls on the roof, risking the only thing he still has, his life, to feed himself. Below him live men much younger, listening to the radio, watching TV or sleeping. They’ve sold their wives and children. They can’t stand the heat with their shirts on,’ says Plato. ‘That’s the contrast. That’s what turns life into art.”

— Shubhangi Swarup