Old Kangra village, Himachal Pradesh, India

We all got up today morning, got ready, went about our chores like dutiful humans. When we go away from this exhibition to our homes and tuck in for the night, all of us would have turned one day older. All would have had a few more lines drawn across the book of life...and then before we know it, the lines will start to converge.

One fine winter afternoon, I found myself in the company of my paternal grandmother and her sister. I took in the sun and their reminiscences, the story following the intricate lines of distant past and between the lines years peeled off like layers. Today, the lines remain on paper, the flesh and bone having gone to ash.