OCTOBER 30, 2023
When I was a child, the shape of the doors of my grandmother's house was never particularly attractive to me
I was afraid of the salt and pickle room under their stairs
The downstairs kitchen was more scary and strange than attractive
I didn't like the stickers in the yard because it made lizards come
My grandmother's house had wooden doors with colored glass, the colors attracted me, but I did not faint for them
I found the wooden doors of all the rooms boring
The basement with high stairs and the kitchen down there was very scary
I grew up
The day my grandmother died and that house was finished for me, it became valuable
very valuable
When I went to the alley of Shawkat al-Dawlah, which was near the shrine, my eyes filled with tears
Before it was going to be destroyed, I went to every room, door, kitchen, up and down, took videos everywhere, and since the day it was destroyed, I have not gone to that alley without seeing it no more.
My great mom's house is the same when it becomes heavenly, even the key to its sockets became special to me, it is always beautiful, I would like to keep it for myself forever, I don't know if I will go back to Ahmedabad one day or not!
As long as we have something, it's not that special and attractive, it's normal, because it is, but the day you lose it, the bad turns into good in your mind, you want to save, record, record it all.
Death, migration, travel, that's why they are scary
This is a scary loss
For me, this door brought all the sweet memories of my grandmother's house
I cut my hand for being in these photos and it bled a lot
But I wanted the traces of the past to be in the future
Thank you for the beautiful song for your companionship and patience
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