Heard before it was ever seen, trusted before it was even touched, the voice echoed through sunlight kitchens and courtyards, drifting across cities and villages, crackling through sunlight verandahs. News, chants, folklore, in rhythm with the flow of the day.
The timeless voice that connected generations through the crackling warmth of radio waves, a lingering company, more than just sound.
Today, even in some of the rural regions of the country, this is the only source of connection to the movements of the world.