I moved to the UK from India in 2005 to do an MA. My mother became ill a few years later, so I found myself travelling between two cities, looking after her in Delhi and working in London.
I began questioning what and where home was and, to address this, I stitched maps of both cities, depicting places that held personal memories – where I used to hang out with friends and take walks with my father, as well as my studio in London.
It was cathartic: mapping Delhi connected me to forgotten moments, streets and histories. It made me feel closer to the home I was separated from – just as so many people are today. Meanwhile, by mapping London I discovered connections I had made without realising, allowing me to claim the city as my own.