one of the most touching documentaries i have ever seen. i'm so glad i joined the literary society of my university because i might have never discovered this utter masterpiece otherwise. the way the interviewer brings vinod sir upstairs with such tenderness... it circles back beautifully to the first call from the city, asking if he's around, as if the world is always trying to locate him, but he belongs with the people. that's why powers can't find him. kisi purani tasveer ki tarah woh ghar, woh waqt. he was such a lover of his wife and all and any art that exists in the world. and when he said, "ek lekhak apni zindagi mei bas ek hi rachna likhta hai, hum bas usse upanyas, kavita, aur gadya mein baant dete hain" i had to pause and take a moment to breathe, because goddamn man. vinod sir was truly a gem.