ami odrishyo hosto [the invisible hand]

Burdwan, West Bengal, India

Personal

My grandmother is fiercely independent, loyally idealistic, with a tingling arrogance, she clings to objects, memories to somewhat preserve a time gone by. Her sense of space is chaotic but it is her own. Colours scream at you from different directions, a plethora of smells creates an aroma that only her home creates. For the obedient eye trained under societal norms, it is seemingly a chaotic existence.

Reading that description in the past tense still stirs something deep within me. I am glad I took those photographs, reminders of the times I patiently waited for her to forget the camera’s presence. It was a privilege to be her person, to share a bond that felt almost telepathic, guiding me to discover my own identity.