A Childhood Memory, Fried in Love
Some memories never fade and they just wait quietly inside us.
This one takes me back to my childhood kitchen, where my mum used to make puris.
I still remember that perfect round ball of dough in her hands, and the moment it slipped into hot oil that sound.
A soft, magical sizzle that instantly filled the room. I would stand there, wide-eyed and curious, watching with pure excitement as the flat puri slowly puffed up, transforming into a big, golden, round delight. It felt like magic every single time.
And then came my favorite part mum handing me that hot puri, fresh out of the oil. I’d hold it carefully, take a bite, and feel nothing but comfort, warmth, and happiness. Simple. Pure. Delicious.Those moments were love, served fresh.Years have passed, but some things remain untouched by time.
Today, when I visited my mum now 72 years old she made puris again. With the same excitement. The same energy. The same love. Her hands moved a little slower, but the warmth was exactly the same. And in that moment, I realised: love doesn’t age.
This visual is my way of reliving that feeling. I recreated this memory through imagination bringing back the sound, the curiosity, the transformation, and the warmth. Runway helped me give motion to this emotion, turning a still memory into something that breathes again.
Thank you, mum for the puris, the love, and the memories that continue to grow with me, no matter how
many years pass. 💛
The Balcony Diaries
The Balcony Diaries
to life through animation. As the sun begins its slow descent, painting the sky in gentle hues of amber and rose, every balcony comes alive with quiet stories. They do not shout they whisper, softly, like evening breezes rustling through leaves. On one balcony, a woman sits with a steaming cup nestled in her hands, her gaze steady and serene as twilight settles around her. Beside her, a cat lies curled in perfect contentment, its slow breaths mirroring the
calm of the hour. Across the way, another balcony hosts a tender scene a child and an elder sharing a simple meal. Their laughter drifts through the air like music, unhurried and warm, echoing love passed through generations.
A few floors up, two friends sit close, wrapped in the hush of meaningful conversation. Their mugs brim with tea and the comfort of shared silence. Between them, nothing needs to be said aloud the presence is enough.
Each balcony cradles its own little world. Flowers spill from pots and railings, vibrant with color, tended by unseen hands that speak in blooms. They are quiet markers of care and beauty, subtle reminders of the lives being lived just beyond the view. And as you stand and take it all in, you begin to understand these small scenes, these passing moments, are not so small after all. Every balcony, every soul, carries a story. Even in the quietest
corners, life breathes gently.
Sometimes, all you need to do is pause... and look.
