Growing up, when I had no access to discourse on caste, or discourse in general, it was the sight of this plant growing out of walls which got me thinking.

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on this wall, a brick spells ‘you’

Populated densely, the old city of Sadikpur is a huge cluster of small houses packed compactly around narrow lanes. These small houses have tiny windows facing the walls of other houses.

The ‘view’ is horizonless.

But rather than closing in on people the view develops an expressive fantasy. 

As we gaze onto these walls, we think, and we ask ourselves, “who owns these fantasies we gaze at?”