“I have been singing in the streets for the last 15 years. When I was younger, I would follow my father wherever he went. Back in those days there were fewer buses in the highway so father would find a village and we would sing from one door to the next. And as I followed him, I found peace in the melodies he created. At night I would steal my father’s Sarangi, go to the fields and try and imitate him. Sometimes I would happily return home after creating my own tunes. Today, I get on the buses and play the Sarangi. I sing the songs that father used to sing. Some people are generous and they give me money. That is how I support my family. Life has not been so easy living on the highway. The songs I sing are old and people have stopped resonating to the lyrics. They want modern music. There are some who tell me to play a certain song and they thank me. And it feels good. Sometimes, after a long day, and when I am not able to make money, I go to the river bank and sing songs – those I learnt from my father, and as I looks at the rapids, I wonder what life is.” (Krishna Gandharva, Met him in Mugling, Chitwan)