UNDER THE PRETEXT of two upcoming shows, I made every attempt to invite myself over to veteran artist Sudhir Patwardhan’s studio in Mumbai. He’d be happy to have me, but there was a minor technicality. Around 2008, he’d relocated his studio into his home in Thane. It was early October, and the first viewing of his latest show, Spectres, at Jehangir Art Gallery, Mumbai, was barely a day or two away. His studio would be next to empty. Added to this was the fact that for the eight-day duration of the show, he and his wife, Shanta, would be living in South Mumbai. I had to be content with the privilege of viewing the show at Jehangir, on the last day, alongside a swarm of Mumbaikars. I even managed a…