Late last year, the translator Arunava Sinha brought ME, as a gift, a book titled Rhymes of Recall. revealed by gull in a sublime saddle-book format, it had been a set of K.G. Subramanyan’s poems, among monochrome golden pictures of his paintings . In one amongst these poems, ‘Wednesday Outing’, the stream Ganga speaks: “Yet between the rocks and ocean I laugh and live/ Rubbing the ribs of earth, holding the sky/ within the little mirrors of my glassy waves./ And during this passage` I even have several histories,/ That grow and multiply with the passing years.” Ganga’s soliloquy eloquently sums up the author’s own life. Artist , teacher, storyteller, poet, cultural organiser, textile designer, theorizer of art and culture, K.G. Subramanyan (1924-2016) touched the lives of unnumbered students, viewers and readers. He lighted in them a similar unsatisfied curiosity for the world’s unpredictable manifestations that had galvanized his own journey. several friends and colleagu...