Kasa Vinay Kumar

As endless as this ideas go, my interest are only with object that holds memory from the past. Let it be the memory of first day at school, first crush, first failure or first success, it is all shelved deep within us, molding us. Yet, it remains dormant until something triggers it. Something that helps us recall our past; a simple toy in a toy shop which one must have used when he was a kid or grandmother’s hand knitted bag that came into your possession, constantly remind of her.