" She paints all kinds of things: stones, rocks, cracked walls, old houses, broken bicycles. She loves old things; the history attached with dilapidated structures. The strugglers of life have a soul she says.

A building has a soul; the architect who designed it gave a part of his soul. And the workers who gave their sweat and blood to build it gave a part of their soul too.

New things make her feel revolted. She asks "Where is their soul?"
Of what good is a broken bicycle I ask her. She flashes me a contemptuous look. As she knows that I already know her answer. "

― Avijeet Das