Why I Started Milaba Arts

I grew up in a small village in Gujarat, India. The kind of place you could capture entirely in a single drone shot—not too high, just enough to show a handful of houses, narrow paths, and open fields. Almost everyone was a farmer. Except for three people: a school teacher who taught all grades up to fourth, a barber who made house calls and served food at weddings, and a man who cleaned the village with his family and played drums at celebrations.