Lekshmi Mohan

A human being with no face or figure glides through life, with an identity that is shaped by monotonous daily actions, and the marks and leftovers that remain. Just like any of us, this person too is spending time on earth, which in turn becomes the life we get to live. But what makes these actions distinct is the gender this person possesses. It can be you or someone you know, and the time that is being spent can be a choice, an obligation, or a habit in disguise.

Chances are, every person, healthy or not, lives a life that, over time, threatens to take away all the memories they possess, to strip them bare of every trace of the life they’ve lived, or at least a large part of it, regardless of its importance to them. And one day, you realize that some may have already slipped away, with no way to retrieve them. That the people you shared them with are no longer around. That you are the sole keeper of those moments. And you begin to find ways to preserve what remains, in every fleeting instance of the life that’s left. Alone.

Chances are, every person, healthy or not, lives a life that, over time, threatens to take away all the memories they possess, to strip them bare of every trace of the life they’ve lived, or at least a large part of it, regardless of its importance to them. And one day, you realize that some may have already slipped away, with no way to retrieve them. That the people you shared them with are no longer around. That you are the sole keeper of those moments. And you begin to find ways to preserve what remains, in every fleeting instance of the life that’s left. Alone.

Chances are, every person, healthy or not, lives a life that, over time, threatens to take away all the memories they possess, to strip them bare of every trace of the life they’ve lived, or at least a large part of it, regardless of its importance to them. And one day, you realize that some may have already slipped away, with no way to retrieve them. That the people you shared them with are no longer around. That you are the sole keeper of those moments. And you begin to find ways to preserve what remains, in every fleeting instance of the life that’s left. Alone.

A human being with no face or figure glides through life, with an identity that is shaped by monotonous daily actions, and the marks and leftovers that remain. Just like any of us, this person too is spending time on earth, which in turn becomes the life we get to live. But what makes these actions distinct is the gender this person possesses. It can be you or someone you know, and the time that is being spent can be a choice, an obligation, or a habit in disguise.

A human being with no face or figure glides through life, with an identity that is shaped by monotonous daily actions, and the marks and leftovers that remain. Just like any of us, this person too is spending time on earth, which in turn becomes the life we get to live. But what makes these actions distinct is the gender this person possesses. It can be you or someone you know, and the time that is being spent can be a choice, an obligation, or a habit in disguise.