
I saw her standing by the side of the road four weeks ago as I rode past. I thought I was imagining it. But even for me, that would have been imagining things on a super-overdrive. She did actually have a framed picture of David Lynch. Usually I have seen women carrying a small statue or framed picture of one of the numerous gods to ask money for.
I roamed around and asked for her whereabouts. After four weeks, we finally met. She, and a few other women from the same village, does this for work. When they need a framed picture of a god, they go to a local framing shop and ask if there is one that the customer never came back to collect. For some reason, she chose this one of a white god this time, she said.
“Which god is he?” she asks me at the end of our meeting and chat as I walked her back to her bus stop.
“The one that has made some of the most beautiful things in the recent years, unlike the others,” I said.
[Photo and caption by Tanmay Saxena, found here via here. The photo was taken three weeks prior to Lynch’s death.]




