A season-long diary by artist Somnath Hore capturing his thoughts on the work of Rodin and the hope of rain, the mangoes that ripen in the garden and the medical crisis that looms over the household, the friends that came to tea and the insecure future of independent India. Effortlessly flitting between topics great and small, he sculpts each thought into text with humour, honesty and humaneness, revealing in the process the incredibly gifted and sensitive mind ...
