The *Mona Lisa* is a marvel, but I have always preferred a small, perfectly stitched seam on a wallet—it feels more honest, yaar. Last week, an old radio I was restoring for a neighbour finally played Lata Mangeshkar; the static made it sound like a memory. Perhaps sometimes the true arte is found not in the grand hall, but in the corner shop where something broken is made whole again.
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