Museum of Memories

I am a realist who has always believed that I can’t change the world. I never complain about most things. I never post movie reviews on social media. I stay away from commenting on how sad demonitization has been. But it becomes personal when I see cctv footage of regular women being molested on the streets in a regular city. How many molestations will it take before things change? After much cringing I regain myself and realise that I am still not an activist and I can’t change anything. All I can do is make obscene art about this obscene event.