A 100-year-old mechanic shop at Begum Bazar in Hyderabad
The shop, as I noticed, had no name. The shop, as I soon discovered, however, had considerable fame. I stopped almost immediately when I noticed it. It caught my eye. My attention. It was for such things that I had a fascination. It was a two-wheeler mechanic's shop. So that should not arouse anybody's interest. It was, after all, a mechanic's shop, as I mentioned. Yet the very look of it fascinated me. A man inside the one-room shop was repairing a bike. He was sitting in the centre of the small shop and was engrossed in putting a bike back into shape. That should not be an unusual sight to be drawn to. But I was not only drawn to it, I stood in front of it for a while and looked at it thoughtfully. To me, it was a piece of art. A complete piece of art. The look was unique. On its walls were parts of the bikes that they repaired. To me, there was beauty in it. I saw it not as a mechanic's shop but as an art gallery. The entire shop as a piece of art. "Can I tak...