Srishti Singh

The other day I had gone to Gokuldham the place where I still feel I belong and I went to the temple over there after almost seven years. I didn’t wanted to take pictures of it from inside because I had actually forgotten about clicking pictures. The very temple I had spent most of my Sundays running around and looking in marvel at people chanting, playing hide and seek with my cousins and getting tired and falling off to sleep on the marbel floors. It was funny when I realized now I reach the height to ring the bell of the temple on my own. Everything felt just the same. In this picture sadly so many tall buildings have come up, there is so much of traffic and the once upon a time quite neighborhood had lost its charm. The building far off between the two towers used to be the tallest in Mumbai and now it’s hidden. Stories of it being haunted were all that I heard and believed when I was a kid. Funny as it may be my first boyfriend used to live in the same building I was super scared of. Its always lovely to just sit on this terrace of my friend's building and spend most of the time just talking singing and remembering our school days

In my first house I used to chip of paint and draw in the little boxes with frame of the colorful wall, the most favorite of my creation was that on the mumma and baby earthworm. I still remember my mom used to always look at my drawings with or without me knowing. When she saw the drawing of the earthworms she laughed,she hugged and kissed me and said such nice imagination you have. My mom and I every afternoon during our nap time used to try to find patterns in the chipped of paint and I used to fall asleep dreaming about the patterns. When we left that house I asked my mom can I take the earthworms with me? for few hours I sat and tried to carve it out but I couldn’t manage to get it out. In every house since the time I have moved out of the old place I make sure I draw it again on the first chipped wall I find. This one is drawn in the present house.

This picture taken at a friends house, reminds me of my 2^nd house where my dad had bought this small showcase in which we used to keep everything precious to us mostly it used to be small marble or stone ducks, my dad used to call my mom a duck. And where ever he used to find a duck show piece he used to buy it. Sadly the Showcase broke while shifting, and also few of the ducks.