[2012 – 2016]

The story of John and Prova, my grandparents. After many years working for the Baptist church, they settled down and moved to Dhaka, started living in an old appartment form the 60’s called ‘Haque Mansion’. By the next few years John suffered from a cancer and Prove had strokes. They were not able to go out anymore. For them, everything was confined into one single room. This room, the space between the corners and the dust on the walls, all were part of that existence.

While growing up, I found much warmth and care from them. They were young and strong. As time passed by that changed. Bodies took different forms and relationships went distant. Grandma’s hair turned gray, the walls started peeling off. Objects, letters, old photographs were in decay.

The process of being photographed was something new and exciting for them. It allowed us to spend more time together. After almost 50 years of marriage Prova passed away in the winter of 2012. I visited John more so he could talk. He told me stories of their early life, and how they met and so on. Here, life is silent, suspended. Everything is on a wait.

In one morning of spring in 2018, John passed away the night after he arrived in his homrtown, in his sleep.