A.T. Boyle in the new exObjects book:
‘Although I heard many stories of the local cloth that replaced cotton – artificial silk – I didn’t visit my parents’ laboratory, so this rare image is my chance, my only chance, to peer in. Surrounded by translucent phials, here is my mum.’
@gajrakottary in the new exObjects book:
‘Looking back, I can say that my father was a perfectionist and a minimalist. Especially when it came to his kurtas. Once, he did not get either of the exact shades of beige at his preferred sale, and so the experimentation began.’
Replying to @shinieantony
@shinieantony in the new exObjects book:
‘Dad was always saying the wrong thing, doing the right thing. Lucky for us we don’t rob or kill for a living, because he’d merrily have turned us in, visited us in jail and told us in excruciating detail what people were saying about us.’
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Replying to @shinieantony
@shinieantony in the new exObjects book:
‘grief loses its raw flamboyance and settles down into a prosaic number of finite things left behind, those articles of continuum and belonging, carrying within them words and voices, quirks and little eccentricities. Entire people’
Sauma Afreen in the new exObjects book:
‘The more I dwell on the idea of exObjects, the more I feel it serves as a memory vial, filled with a mix of strange and otherwise unexplored feelings attached to inanimate objects desiring to be experienced again.’
Ramona Sen in the new exObjects book:
‘There was nothing like a tie bursting with orange flames to ruin a date, where attempts to suppress a reaction ended up with me choking on the fries. I willed a red polka-dotted tie to turn back into the dress that fabric was created for.’
Jerry Pinto in the new exObjects book:
‘… things don’t disappear in the way that people do. People go. They walk away. They run. Sometimes they are running from situations and circumstances or so they say. But in truth, they are always running away from people.’
@mahimkajerry
Belinda RushJansen in the new exObjects book:
‘this candlestick reminds me of generators and power cuts, of tumultuous storms and horizontal rain hitting the thin bedroom window like chucked gravel. Of smoky wood fires and bedtimes looking up at inked skies pinpricked with stars’
Replying to @JaishreeMisra
@Jaishreemisra in the new exObjects book:
‘hence the shock of coming across an innocuous paper bag stuffed with written declarations of love, some in card form, others in now tattered inland letters. What was I to do with this private cache that belonged firmly to another world?’
Replying to @vikramsampath
@vikramsampath in the new exObjects book:
‘because precocious talent was seemingly noticed in her son who sang random jingles and bhajans with a clear voice, Ma went the extra mile. Somewhere on the journey she perhaps saw a consummation of her unfulfilled desire to learn music’
I seldom talk about my personal life & it's several aspects but when @shinieantony reached out to contribute a piece for this beautiful book that captures "Loss" through objects left behind, i couldn't say no. Have written a heartfelt piece on my departed mother & what void that brings in my life. For those interested, pls do read this anthology that has several other stellar contributors.
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