There is a clear distinction between a house and a home. A house is a structure made of concrete foundation and brick walls but home doesn’t have to be built of walls, home is a place where one can be himself/herself, where one feels safe and comfortable. But most of all a home is where the family is and what they together make of the house.
The whole concept of transitory homes is something that makes me question my self-conscience. A place that I can call home is the one in which I’ve spent my childhood making memories, facing all the good and bad in that space. Even the walls have a welcoming touch to them. To think of all those people who do not have permanent homes like the beggars, the construction site workers who make dwellings and keep moving as per the employment requirements is something that changes the whole perception of home. Home is not related to a structure but the surroundings and what the person does with it.
This is a look at people who live at the construction sites during the whole construction period of a house or a building. Though only for a little time, but they manage to appreciate what they have and treat that foreign space as their home. For them, their family is home and no matter where they are, they’ll always feel at home with their families.
It's perplexing how these people making houses for some other people have temporarily made them their homes which eventually will be occupied by the owners to call their home. While in the process of constructing it, the owner might just see it as a brick structure but it means a lot more to the worker to whom it provides shelter. The walls of the dwellings that see all their chores, emotions, laughter is reduced to dust once the construction is complete, only to start once again in a new place.
This is an effort to capture those moments they experience in that home which any other family does in a permanent home, to show how permanence is subjective. The place they stay in might be temporary but the memories they make remain permanent in their lives.
