Editor's Note.
When we choose to spend the day walking in the mountains or to cover a page of our best notebook with doodles, or places leaves in a flower vase to give the arrangement 'texture', colour-code our bookshelves, bake our own bread, wait long years before our rhododendron grows, perhaps we are committing a folly.
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By Amitabh Kumar, Prayas Abhinav, Guest Edited by Kiran Subbaiah, Issue 21, Folly: A wise fool, March 2013.
This comic was born out of a fractured moment. It was born in a moment which had nothing left to say. It was born in a moment that couldn’t describe itself. It was born on a day when the sun didn’t rise. It was born after being aborted a million times. It was born because of an unresolved question. It was born to ruffle feathers. It was born to confuse. It was born to face gross negligence. It was born on a difficult day at a difficult time. It was born in a cab, delivered on a dinner table. Read it.
Bylines from the boondocks of Bangalore:
Prayas: Measure with micro-meter.
Amitabh: Mark with chalk.
Kiran: Chop with axe.
Also in this issue
Illusion: Seeing Beyond Seeing
Meaning: In Search of Significance.
Melody: A Different Tune
Rhythm: Ordering Time