Take my hand as we take a stroll down the street. At the first turn, we can see the ball being kicked around and players determined to score the next goal. Just as you hear someone celebrating success on the side lines, you can smell great food being cooked for your delight in the air. As we go a little ahead, we see artists showcasing their talent for all. The street is a place where there is con
stant action. A place where one can just walk in and be surprised with everything that seems to be happening here. At the street, there are no dress codes, there is no need for one to fit in. The street is unconventional. The street is uncouth. There is no old or young here. Everyone becomes a part of the collective. A collective which heralds in new age thinking and drives you to muse beyond the ordinary. At the street, you are nothing but yourself. Come with the ones you know or come to meet someone new. The only façade you wear is your game face. The only language you speak, is your language. Watch out for them who are hungry. Watch out for them who will break their bodies to win a game. Watch out for those who are breaking grounds in the art form they love. Enter the street and become a part of it. Leave the street; take some of it with you.
