“There is an ache in my heart for the imagined beauty of a life I haven't had, from which I had been locked out, and it never goes away.”

- Robert Goolrick

One of my many childhood obsessions that has not left my side till now, is the beauty of places I don’t fully know (yet). The back side of doors. The inner world of other people’s houses. The cervices between the window panes and sills. The dark spaces between the decades old couch and the floor. The slip of jagah between the godrej almirah and the wall. The scribbles on the walls left by a three year old who once stayed back for a night. The drawers and drawers worth of thingamajigs inside bathrooms. The lower two shelves of the chest that sits in the space between two doors leading in and out of the same room.