Through the Corridor

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Through the Corridor

By Prachi Seksaria

It was in the fall of 2012 that I shifted to this new PG accommodation in South Delhi. As I walked back from college, heading for my new home, I was ecstatic, soaking in all I could of the new city.

Everything seemed so good and new, but soon as I entered my room, I found one of the two girls weeping on phone. She was upset that I was taking her place even before she had actually left. I felt guilty, though I wasn’t sure if I was at fault.

I had climbed up the stairs to the third floor, knocked on the door of my room and entered.

There were two girls, one of whose place I was to take in the room. Sensing some tension in the room I had thought it best to spend some time in the balcony. On returning after a while I had found the girl weeping loudly on the phone, saying how unfair it was to have someone

else take her place on the night before she left!

I was taken aback and felt guilty, though I had no clue of the situation before.

Later, I would be reminded of this incident each time someone left the place (which happened every few weeks) and a new person came in. In a place with so much movement I found myself detached and alone. Even after six months of my stay, I still felt I was living among strangers.

I woke up one day and started taking pictures of people walking around in the corridor. And for the first time, they looked at me and smiled, and struck a conversation! And I realised that was all I needed to do in all these months. I took more pictures, explained them what I intended to do and slowly ventured into their rooms.

In every girl whose picture I took, I looked for similar feelings as my own. I found them in a few. As days passed, this project became my reason to stay in that place.

This is a story of my feelings, seen in the faces of others.

New Delhi, Personal Work

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