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Reminiscences: Histories from home

The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live.

The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on.

We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe at the corners. They scrape their knees under it.

It is here that children are given instructions on what it means to be human. We make men at it, we make women.

At this table we gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts of lovers.

-    From Perhaps the World Ends Here by Joy Harjo.

 

We gather with our loved ones to reaffirm who we are and to validate the lives we live. So much of our time with friends and family is spent recalling the past. The stories of triumph and failure, loss and new life, happiness and despair all add up to define the contours of our horizon. They shape our understanding of people, places and things. Are we not so integrally intertwined with this world of stories that if we were to lose it, would we not lose our self as well?

But the past is gone and in its place are memories. But memories are fickle and fleeting. They are stories that change with the weather, and no two people ever occupy the same space and time. What was once seminal can quickly lose significance, while mundane moments can suddenly distinguish themselves. The stories we chose to bring forth and share, speak of how something is recalled, and in their telling they shape the present and affect the future.

Objects Home Family Customs Friends Belonging

Stories are political for they shape and delimit.

Reminiscences: Histories from Home asks who gets to tell our stories and who decides on their significance? Will the stories we tell, be the same as the ones we heard?

Home

What does the word 'home' bring to mind? Is it a place, or our kin? Is it in the memories of our childhood? Or is it something else, entirely? These stories help us reflect on what home can be.

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Learnt to leave

“This time, compared to the numerous other times, it was easy for me to pack my belongings and decide to leave.”

Reminiscing Home from Home

“I recall going to the friendship bridge to have a glimpse of a huge anaconda, the talk of the town, and coming back disappointed.”

Nostalgia

“Long gone are the days when vacations were all I wished for. I literally counted the days for vacations to start.”

The Journey of belonging

“I was lost there but eventually found myself until 9 years later I shifted to Kathmandu and I am still lost there.”

Yearning for stable home

“We were together up until when I was 23 years old but now we are scattered like Lego blocks in a child’s room.”

The Bridge Over Madi Khola

“On the 13th day of the mourning rites the boy had cut his tuppi and went straight to the rebels camp.”

गाउँघर र बालापनका यादहरू

“दिदी सानैदेखि धेरै नबोल्ने, ज्ञानी, आज्ञाकारी र पढाइमा तगडा थिई तर म भने ठिक उल्टो- एकदम जिद्दी, चञ्चली, धेरै बोल्ने, रिसाह तर मिलनसार ।”

Learnt to leave

“This time, compared to the numerous other times, it was easy for me to pack my belongings and decide to leave.”

Reminiscing Home from Home

“I recall going to the friendship bridge to have a glimpse of a huge anaconda, the talk of the town, and coming back disappointed.”

Nostalgia

“Long gone are the days when vacations were all I wished for. I literally counted the days for vacations to start.”

The Journey of belonging

“I was lost there but eventually found myself until 9 years later I shifted to Kathmandu and I am still lost there.”

Yearning for stable home

“We were together up until when I was 23 years old but now we are scattered like Lego blocks in a child’s room.”

The Bridge Over Madi Khola

“On the 13th day of the mourning rites the boy had cut his tuppi and went straight to the rebels camp.”

गाउँघर र बालापनका यादहरू

“दिदी सानैदेखि धेरै नबोल्ने, ज्ञानी, आज्ञाकारी र पढाइमा तगडा थिई तर म भने ठिक उल्टो- एकदम जिद्दी, चञ्चली, धेरै बोल्ने, रिसाह तर मिलनसार ।”

Learnt to leave

“This time, compared to the numerous other times, it was easy for me to pack my belongings and decide to leave.”

Reminiscing Home from Home

“I recall going to the friendship bridge to have a glimpse of a huge anaconda, the talk of the town, and coming back disappointed.”

Nostalgia

“Long gone are the days when vacations were all I wished for. I literally counted the days for vacations to start.”

The Journey of belonging

“I was lost there but eventually found myself until 9 years later I shifted to Kathmandu and I am still lost there.”

Yearning for stable home

“We were together up until when I was 23 years old but now we are scattered like Lego blocks in a child’s room.”

The Bridge Over Madi Khola

“On the 13th day of the mourning rites the boy had cut his tuppi and went straight to the rebels camp.”

गाउँघर र बालापनका यादहरू

“दिदी सानैदेखि धेरै नबोल्ने, ज्ञानी, आज्ञाकारी र पढाइमा तगडा थिई तर म भने ठिक उल्टो- एकदम जिद्दी, चञ्चली, धेरै बोल्ने, रिसाह तर मिलनसार ।”

Learnt to leave

“This time, compared to the numerous other times, it was easy for me to pack my belongings and decide to leave.”

Reminiscing Home from Home

“I recall going to the friendship bridge to have a glimpse of a huge anaconda, the talk of the town, and coming back disappointed.”

Nostalgia

“Long gone are the days when vacations were all I wished for. I literally counted the days for vacations to start.”

The Journey of belonging

“I was lost there but eventually found myself until 9 years later I shifted to Kathmandu and I am still lost there.”

Yearning for stable home

“We were together up until when I was 23 years old but now we are scattered like Lego blocks in a child’s room.”

The Bridge Over Madi Khola

“On the 13th day of the mourning rites the boy had cut his tuppi and went straight to the rebels camp.”

गाउँघर र बालापनका यादहरू

“दिदी सानैदेखि धेरै नबोल्ने, ज्ञानी, आज्ञाकारी र पढाइमा तगडा थिई तर म भने ठिक उल्टो- एकदम जिद्दी, चञ्चली, धेरै बोल्ने, रिसाह तर मिलनसार ।”

Flowers in Pot

Objects

Objects, despite being inanimate, often carry stories of their own. They are shaped by our world and we use them to shape others. Sometimes these objects outlive their original owners while other times, they outlive their utility. These stories tell tales of such objects.

Childhood is a time for exploration and discovery. The first spaces we explore are often the places we call home.  These spaces come alive with the people we live with, our family. Following their lead, we come into our own but they remain  integral to our identity.

Family

Our families make us. We are shaped by the values they hold dear, whether we adopt them or rebel against them. These stories tell of families: happy and unhappy, each unique in their own way, but all alike in connecting us.

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Flowers in Pot

Customs

Identity is not just about the grand narratives we follow, it also is tied to the smallest things we do every day. Conscious or unconscious, big or small, our customs tie us to our ancestors, relatives and communities in an intricate web, as captured by these stories.

A history of color

“You know what children, there is no restaurant, hotel, and Dhabas that I and your mother have not explored in Sargodha.”

Back to the valley

“She broke into, “Bumro Bumro Sham Rang Bumro”— the only Kashmiri rhyme she knew and sang her little heart out.”

Journey of an ordinary girl

“She constricted her nostrils and in an acerbic tone remarked, “Kalyug has become worse, these days women don’t have manners and decency to wear clothes.”

Wrong Turn Turned Right

“The crystal clear view of Api and Saipal mountains and the fresh air at Bajhang made my friends excited and energetic.”

My Granny's Tattoo

“Before with those hands she used to make sukul. Now her old hands get to work only if she is praying to the gods she believes are protecting our family.”

Somewhen

“Then came the downfall. A hand of cards, a roll of kaudis, one more line of debt, one more piece of land given away.”

बनेपाको इतिहास

“भूत छ भनेर सुन्दा हामी दिदीबहिनी कुरा गर्थ्यौँ, भूतसँग जम्काभेट हुनुपर्ने हो तर हामीले अहिलेसम्म सपनामा पनि देख्नु परेको छैन ।”

A history of color

“You know what children, there is no restaurant, hotel, and Dhabas that I and your mother have not explored in Sargodha.”

Back to the valley

“She broke into, “Bumro Bumro Sham Rang Bumro”— the only Kashmiri rhyme she knew and sang her little heart out.”

Journey of an ordinary girl

“She constricted her nostrils and in an acerbic tone remarked, “Kalyug has become worse, these days women don’t have manners and decency to wear clothes.”

Wrong Turn Turned Right

“The crystal clear view of Api and Saipal mountains and the fresh air at Bajhang made my friends excited and energetic.”

My Granny's Tattoo

“Before with those hands she used to make sukul. Now her old hands get to work only if she is praying to the gods she believes are protecting our family.”

Somewhen

“Then came the downfall. A hand of cards, a roll of kaudis, one more line of debt, one more piece of land given away.”

बनेपाको इतिहास

“भूत छ भनेर सुन्दा हामी दिदीबहिनी कुरा गर्थ्यौँ, भूतसँग जम्काभेट हुनुपर्ने हो तर हामीले अहिलेसम्म सपनामा पनि देख्नु परेको छैन ।”

A history of color

“You know what children, there is no restaurant, hotel, and Dhabas that I and your mother have not explored in Sargodha.”

Back to the valley

“She broke into, “Bumro Bumro Sham Rang Bumro”— the only Kashmiri rhyme she knew and sang her little heart out.”

Journey of an ordinary girl

“She constricted her nostrils and in an acerbic tone remarked, “Kalyug has become worse, these days women don’t have manners and decency to wear clothes.”

Wrong Turn Turned Right

“The crystal clear view of Api and Saipal mountains and the fresh air at Bajhang made my friends excited and energetic.”

My Granny's Tattoo

“Before with those hands she used to make sukul. Now her old hands get to work only if she is praying to the gods she believes are protecting our family.”

Somewhen

“Then came the downfall. A hand of cards, a roll of kaudis, one more line of debt, one more piece of land given away.”

बनेपाको इतिहास

“भूत छ भनेर सुन्दा हामी दिदीबहिनी कुरा गर्थ्यौँ, भूतसँग जम्काभेट हुनुपर्ने हो तर हामीले अहिलेसम्म सपनामा पनि देख्नु परेको छैन ।”

A history of color

“You know what children, there is no restaurant, hotel, and Dhabas that I and your mother have not explored in Sargodha.”

Back to the valley

“She broke into, “Bumro Bumro Sham Rang Bumro”— the only Kashmiri rhyme she knew and sang her little heart out.”

Journey of an ordinary girl

“She constricted her nostrils and in an acerbic tone remarked, “Kalyug has become worse, these days women don’t have manners and decency to wear clothes.”

Wrong Turn Turned Right

“The crystal clear view of Api and Saipal mountains and the fresh air at Bajhang made my friends excited and energetic.”

My Granny's Tattoo

“Before with those hands she used to make sukul. Now her old hands get to work only if she is praying to the gods she believes are protecting our family.”

Somewhen

“Then came the downfall. A hand of cards, a roll of kaudis, one more line of debt, one more piece of land given away.”

बनेपाको इतिहास

“भूत छ भनेर सुन्दा हामी दिदीबहिनी कुरा गर्थ्यौँ, भूतसँग जम्काभेट हुनुपर्ने हो तर हामीले अहिलेसम्म सपनामा पनि देख्नु परेको छैन ।”

As we grow older, we face branching paths in our lives. While the circumstances of our birth and families cannot be a conscious choice, we can pick the circles we move in and the ideas we associate with. Although even these choices are influenced by who we already are, this process of picking and discarding layers of identities determines who we become.

Friends

Our friends are those we choose to walk beside in life’s journey. They share our joys, struggles and fondest memories. These stories, featuring friendships, give a glimpse into our own self through others.

Paper Planes
Paper Planes A School Excursion
Paper Planes Al Dente
Paper Planes Bygone are Those Days
Paper Planes Pokhara!
Paper Planes Going down the Memory Lane
Paper Planes साथी बनाउने फर्मुला
Paper Planes अमेरिका कलिङ्ग
Paper Planes A School Excursion
Paper Planes Al Dente
Paper Planes Bygone are Those Days
Paper Planes Pokhara!
Paper Planes Going down the Memory Lane
Paper Planes साथी बनाउने फर्मुला
Paper Planes अमेरिका कलिङ्ग
Paper Planes A School Excursion
Paper Planes Al Dente
Paper Planes Bygone are Those Days
Paper Planes Pokhara!
Paper Planes Going down the Memory Lane
Paper Planes साथी बनाउने फर्मुला
Paper Planes अमेरिका कलिङ्ग
Paper Planes A School Excursion
Paper Planes Al Dente
Paper Planes Bygone are Those Days
Paper Planes Pokhara!
Paper Planes Going down the Memory Lane
Paper Planes साथी बनाउने फर्मुला
Paper Planes अमेरिका कलिङ्ग
Paper Planes

Belonging

One of the crucial aspects of our self-identity seems to be our need to belong. By blending in with others who share our experiences and values, we dissolve parts of ourselves, yet also acquire new clay to shape ourselves which is evidenced in these stories.

Curatorial Team

Amisha Karki, Anmol Paudel, Bishal Yonjan

Exhibition Design and illustrations

Bishal Yonjan

Exhibition Text

Anmol Paudel

Exhibition Manager

Amisha Karki

Web developer

Neolinx
http://www.neolinx.com.np/

Advisors

Pranab Man Singh, Suvani Singh

Special Thanks

Amish Raj Mulmi, Damak Public Library, Josue Rivera-Olds, Kopila Valley School, Lincoln Reading Lounge, Prateebha Tuladhar, Sujan Chitrakar, Sulav Bhatta and Yukta Bajracharya, 

Histories from Home Workshop Facilitators

Aishwarya Baidar, Amisha Karki, Anmol Paudel, Jyoti BK, Nistha Tripathi, Ritu Rajbanshi, Shaipa Pandey and Surendra Joshi

Histories from Home Workshop Editors

Aishwarya Baidar, Amisha Karki, Anmol Paudel, Nistha Tripathi, Ritu Rajbanshi and Shaipa Pandey

Participating Writers

Abhishek Dhungel, Ahsan Raza, Aishwarya Baidar, Ajay Mishra, Almeera Durrani, Anju Timilsina Ghimire, Anmol Paudel, Archana Shah, Arooj Iqbal, Ashish Adhikari, Avishek Bist, Ayesha Shabbir, Azka Amjad, Bidhya Khadka, Bina Nemkul, Bishnu Raj Bhatta, Darshane Khar, Deepa Bohora, Dibya Raj Khadka, Dishu Maharjan, Eliza Gautam, Eugen Maharjan, Hareem Idrees, Hina Iqbal, Kamal Shrestha, Kripa Maharjan, Krisha Dahal, Nisha Karki, Rajeela Shrestha, Ritesh Karn, Riti Shrestha, Ritu Rajbanshi, Rupa Thapa, Sapana Limbu, Sauhard, Shaileshwori Sharma, Shaipa Pandey, Sheryar Khan, Shova Pokharel Bhattarai and Sumana Shakya

Book Bus Team

Akrit Shrestha, Amisha Karki, Bishal Yonjan, Deepa Bohora, Nistha Tripathi, Pranab Man Singh, Rashmi Shrestha, Ritu Rajbanshi, Shefali Upreti, Sumitra Bogati and Suvani Singh

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