Before the Internet, the Sunday papers were my aimless surfing. I've bought five each week since I was in college, immersing myself in their unpredictable polyphony each weekend.

This is how I discovered Sudhir Patwardhan. Poring over the photos of his paintings, I wished I might see them one day, which I did. Then, in 2003, I encountered the painter for real, at a train yard. Two local trains were being painted to announce the coming of the World Social Forum to the city. Various famous artists, with art students, were painting a dabba each with an interpretation of its theme, 'another world is possible'. I was filming this, when I saw Sudhir and ran to interview him. His car was painted with images of people flying, holding briefcases and bags. "Tomorrow this train will be packed with commuters inside. They will all be absorbed in their dreams and anxieties and memories as they travel. So, I've painted this outside, their thoughts released into the city." An inside out thought, simultaneous delight and tenderness, it made you see the painter and the painted in one frame.