To trace the life and career of a painter (of the past) in India isA", as the author says, somewhat akin to following the course of an earthen lamp on swift waters.A" The glow is bright and warm, and one can keep it within sight for a while, but things can quickly turn and uncharted vastness takes over. However, knowing this and going against the prevailing (perhaps even comfortable) state of anonymity that is almost a defining condition of the arts in India, this book concerns itself with simply one painter: Nainsukh. The glow that comes from his work is remarkably bright and warm, and tracing its course, however briefly, yields a very special pleasure.