Memory in Objects, in Places | Deeksha Gaur

We have this green three-seater sofa at home. We bought it when we lived in England but it has traveled around the world with us, in two homes in Singapore and now back in India. It has been the spot where I cuddled with my first boyfriend, where my sister and her friends practiced headstands, and where my dog makes himself at home when he feels cold, despite not being allowed on sofas. It has become such a part of our family, that one year, my dad bought my mom a painting from a local gallery because it depicted a family lounging on a green sofa, which you can see as you sit on our green sofa. When I was younger, I used to always ask that if we moved around so much, then which place was actually home. And my mom would tell me that home is where the family is. Which is true, but even more so when we’re all together again, lounging in the living room, watching tv, fighting for a spot on the old and crummy green sofa.