​How even an inconsequential object or a disagreeable sight can trigger fond and precious memories. Just like us, a chair also has a lived past – this one too has seen its days of power and desire. As I reminisce, this innocuous looking image startles me by morphing to a pair of ghosts floating in and out of time and space. The still-life drips lapsed moans echoing through the ficus called life. An abandoned whisper curls up to my ear like the serpent in Eden. Images float in and out of eyes barely holding back the past. The chair sings ‘Celebrate’. Celebrate you must, year-after-year

 – for you never know when the powdered ‘footprint of time’ trample this ephemeral life.

The footprints tell us that two distinctly different people mounted this chair together or at the same time. For what? Only this chair can tell.