Kaushik stepped out of his management career to try and reclaim what it means to be alive. He has since been a wandering student with no affiliation or address, and many questions. You can write to him at firstname.lastname@example.org
There has been something unconvincing about orderly shapes like triangles and squares: we find them in textbooks, in the way children in schools are made by teachers to assemble and disperse, but never in life itself. Life is actually wild, messy and labyrinthine, no matter what sort of lens we view it through. The branches of a tree are bit like its roots – and also like the path of a river and the inside of our lungs. The question of form, of patterns of patterns, becomes a suddenly universal one, at once abstract and extremely realistic.