My room is filled with a lot of crap - fantasy books I haven’t read since I bought them, comic books that I bought just because I had money lying around, DVDs with scenes cut out by the Indian Censor board or some other crap board of idiots.
The point is - I own a lot of crap.
Twelve days ago, at the Kala Ghoda arts festival, I had the opportunity of getting rid of all this crap for money. A friend of a friend had a spot at the festival where he was selling some of his stuff. I got to squat next to him and sell all of mine.
Having people pay me money for things I didn’t want anymore was an exciting experience.
It’s a pity there aren’t too many garage sales happening around here.