Watching my mother’s comb… the hair clips I got for her a week ago… her knitting kit… some unfinished tablecloth… her pink slippers. The mirror where she would put her bindis on… her sindoor and her perfume. Her empty bed… her pillows. All lay still. Quiet. The emotions that intimidate me before I enter her room daily. It was the afternoon of September 27th when I created this artwork. She was still in the hospital, and I drew this piece while sitting on the sofa and waiting for the visiting hours to arrive so I could finally see her.