In the world of my memories India lives on. Friends and Family. Lived-in spaces. At standstill in the best of times. My dad, an uncle, a much-loved aunt. Happy laughter. Years past. My mum comes to me, visiting like a bridge over time. She's changed of course. Age kommt mit Zeit. But the rest live in memories. Untouched. Unchanged. At standstill in the best of times. If I dream with my eyes fast shut, that world exists. It's just on hold. Untouched. Unchanged. At standstill. In the best of times.