Art on roads "indian trucks are full of art"

Art on roads

"indian trucks are full of art"

Indian truck grows the Indian economy and help in moving good. but its is also a source art. art form that make journeys through a highways of incredible Indian.

Colorful name, Indian shayari , horn please, and patterns make Indian truck more beautiful.

Truckers in India want to travel in style as they (like all truckers anywhere else) end up spending over 10-months in a year on the road. Since these truckers miss their families and homes, they want to make their truck a sort of a second home. Truck art is one way of making yourself feel at home when you are away from home.

truck art reflects the personality of the truck owner

Religious artwork and accessories are found in all trucks to ward off evil spirits.

Truck art is not just for the exteriors. Interiors of these trucks also get the same attention when it comes to artwork.

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