Chair- Photography

I find it fascinating how this chair holds such deep significance while also carrying a touch of melancholy. It was once the seat of the woman I considered my second mother, the one I admired most. Now, it's a vessel for the memories we shared while seated in it. Every grain in its wood tells a story of our daily life—moments of joy, sadness, and excitement. But above all, it embodies the presence of one person who played a central role in all those stories: my Grandmother...