This one time I was beyond stoned—calm down Wankhede, it’s legal, where I was—was at the Vincent Van Gogh Museum, in Amsterdam. Going from a fully packed floor of Van Gogh’s paintings to another, a moment of epiphany hit my head, which made it hard for my feet to drag further.

“This is a fraud,” I figured! Impossible that someone would paint 2,100 canvases, over his final decade, when he seriously picked up the brush— 861 of those paintings produced only in the last two years of his life! Having sold merely one painting, The Red Vineyards at Arles (1888), while he was alive, in absolute poverty. Where would Van Gogh (1853-1890), a near-vagabond, single man, with mental health issues, even find the space to store so much work? Even while continuing to create, as if the world didn’t exist!