• Pranab Man Singh

It was a pleasant September evening. the sun was setting and the lights around thamel were starting to flicker. i came upon sujan chitrakar in front of a small thanka store. i broke his revere of an intricately designed mandala as i greeted him with surprise. one thing led to another, hours were adjusted and soon enough we were sipping some beer and munching on some popcorn at sam’s bar. what followed was free flowing discussion on art and aesthetics, life and language, jokes and delusions. for some strange occurrence, we had decided to record our conversation, what is presented here is some of what was discussed before the beer took over.