Artist Statement on the series of work:

When houses are abandoned, the trees stay and provide shade to the ghosts, they remain to tell stories of the residents, an endless repetition of history that no one wants to explore.
Searching for a home you turn around a corner, you see a light that reminds of a softness, hands, eyes, a love forgotten, a poem lost… humay chahiye tha milna kisi ehd e mehrbaan mein.
Another rain, everything blooms, nothing survives, all that lives is your laughter, forever echoing off the walls of my tired heart, it haunts, I made a home out of her memories, her smile, the sound of her payal. Everything rots, dar o deewar se tapkey hai bayabaan hona…
I brought ruin to my home with words I never said, with love I never gave, I slept through the days and life rushed past me, everything goes to waste, we laugh, we love, we live… purr hai saayee ki tarah mera shabistaan mujh se…

Each book of this series carries a different notion of home, the reality of it, haqeeqat, the home one desires, khuwahish, or a prayer, dua, for the possibility of a home.

Text within خواہش (Desire):

ایک بنجارن کو گھر کرنے کی خواہش تھی
A nomad desired to build a home

بھٹکنا تھا مقدر اس کا
Wandering was her destiny

مگر پھر بھی کہیں دو پل کو
and yet somewhere for a few moments

ٹھہرنے کی خواہش تھی
she desired to settle

ساتھ چلنے کی خواہش تھی
she desired companionship

جانے کیوں تم سے مل کر
why was it that after meeting you

اسے جینے کی خواہش تھی
she desired to live

سنورنے کی خواہش تھی
she desired to be adorned

گھر کرنے کی خواہش تھی
She desired to build a home…