I met this old woman in Pala when I went with my friend to spend a couple of days. She has not gone out anywhere except Pala. Her world seem to revolve around the Krishna to the left of the picture and the rice pot on which she rests her hand. It was a wooden house, built according to traditional Kerala architectural style. The woman somehow seemed to me a part of the house. As if the house has a greater existance than being merely 'a house'.