“There are eyes everywhere. No blind spot left. What shall we dream of when everything becomes visible? We’ll dream of being blind.” – Paul Virilo
Even though, my parents had a house at the Railway Staff College, Lal Baugh – my Baroda (as it was known then), address in the early Seventies was, ‘44 Pratapgunj’ – where I had a large room on the first floor and paid the princely amount of Rupees One Hundred per month as rent, inclusive of electricity charges.
Never did I imagine that nearly 41 years later, I would be witnessing the slow death of the retreat that was Pratapgunj.
Edge of a Fringe 