For Kirti who has been kind, for kirti who has jet black hair, for kirti who sings melodiously, for kirti who writes to me.
For kirti who is mother, for kirti who bakes, for kirti who teaches songs and tunes and draws lines of colour.
Dear Kirti these pictures are for you. They show small parts that are complete and hide the whole that is not. Photos that celebrate what has been done as opposed to what has not. This house looks big, too big for now, with hundreds upon hundreds of jobs to do.
But later when it is all done its size will be just right, for me and you.
And women, men and children too! will gather around my island bench: to bake, to sing, to boil, to chop, to breathe in scents of kitchen herbs and many kinds of home preserves!……. I hope.