I have been in Varanasi at the Kriti Gallery Residency for 23 days.
Yesterday, I moved rooms. It’s on the second floor, smaller and feels more private. I sleep in a lofted bed. I have a desk and I took the chair from my initial room so I have continuity from my first days here and a proper backrest. I look at my CPU. I draw and write and doodle and dawdle and read. The buildings of the residency were built as an artist residency on the plot of land where the founder’s boyhood home stands. His family, including his father and grandfather, still lives in the house. The three are definitely from the same gene pool, as they are just older or younger versions of the other, but with different life experiences from different eras that shine through. All the floors of the residency buildings are concrete, which I assume suits the climate except for a few winter weeks out of the year (now) when they are cold. I put down a rug that was given to me my first day. Also yesterday, I went into town, walked along the Ghats and the river. I bought a blanket that I put down as a rug outside my bathroom and in front of my wardrobe. I have an electric heater that gives a reassuring glow.
Every day I have gone to the Ghats or on some planned trip away from the residency. Today was an exception – I spent the whole day at Kriti.