Muri / A slice of space 002 | Kochi

Our roots find a way to tug at our hearts, every once in a while. We get so caught up in life and suddenly, all the time that you have been away and that you have lost takes you by surprise. Then we try to revisit the idea of 'home', where it all began - and try to remember the person we used to be. It is something that grounds us. Amidst all that has changed, here's something that used to be familiar, and was comforting. I found some pictures from years ago, when we visited my mother's ancestral home that no more exists. I made sketches based on those photographs and gifted it to her when she moved into a new home. I thought the sketch of her sitting on the verandah steps had not come out so well and should be scrapped. But that called out to her the most. Now, the sketches of the side view of the house, the entry that led to it and the one with her are hung in her living room, a gentle nod to her past. The one with the well behind the house is on the table in the living room. I love them, and I love that she loves them.