I ended up spending the first four months of the lockdown in my old home, one where I spent a majority of my school and college years. When I look back and think about it, during those years, I feel like I only ‘stayed’ there, but this is the first time that I ‘lived’ in this home. And I have finally fallen in love with this place.
While the lockdown continues, a realisation is slowly setting in. Home is as much a physical space as it is an idea. Home is an idea in transition, an idea that is as ephemeral as life.
It was also a bit of a personal challenge to try and make photographs within the four walls of my home. Here is a memoir in ten photographs.
Routines are reassuring; they bring comfort — like how my mom reads the newspaper, in the same place at the same time, everyday.
My son accidentally created this interesting abstract with his arrangement of toys.
We all have that one favourite spot in our homes, this window is mine. My wife and I have spent many hours here, looking out, chatting or just sitting there doing nothing. My son spends time at this window, longing for the outdoors, but that will have to wait.
There is something really beautiful about the pattern and texture in the light reflecting off the grills of the balcony, about the way it adds to the already aging walls and pipes.
My mother’s feet and her favoirite footwear, the beauty of those wrinkles, so many struggles, all the wisdom, and so many stories of joy.
I tend to lose track of time and can go on working late into the night. At times, in a dark room, the laptop’s screen is the only source of light. I think this lockdown will redefine the future of work and the workplace.