collection: postcards

POSTCARD #8

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Sobh bekheir,

I just woke up, thought I’d write you a couple lines. How are you feeling today? What are you doing all day? 

In all my dreams, I run back to you, we meet again in our arms, we meet again at the sea, we meet again in the sky.

Delam barat tang shodeh, I miss your perfume, the taste of your lips, the softness of your fingers caressing each square of my body, my skin shivering,

I need you like I need air. 

As soon as I am back, I’ll ask you something very important…

PS: I forgot to tell you, I found a beautiful green djellaba at the souk, I bought it for you. I know green is your favourite colour.

Asheghetam,
Bedrood.

POSTCARD #7

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Assalam waleikum,

It has officially been a week now, I’m so happy because I can tell I’m home now, people see me as one of theirs. I fit in! 

Guess what? Today we took baba-ji & maa-ji to the house close to the deserted land, we’re gonna ride horses. I’m kind of scared to fall or get hurt, but it excites me at the same time. 

Riding horses in the desert was one of my biggest dream, can you believe it?

I hope all is going swell, omri, I’ll take you to the bad girls land, I promise.

Maa'salama.

POSTCARD #6

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Namaskaram,

We’re at my aunt Malika’s house today. Her kids are here, we’re gonna dance all day. So much feelings that I wish to share with you, colours can only help you understand. My brain is melting from all the unknown delicacy we had and a nostalgia from a land, a home, I’ve only visited once. 

Anything is possible, ente snehitne. 

I miss your aura, I miss you, njan ninne prmikkunnu.

How are you?

I run out of words to write, so goodbye for now

POSTCARD #5

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Namaskar,

My skin has never been darker, my heart warmer, my smile wider and my happiness most genuine. I always thought the motherland would make me feel a certain way, but never that deep.

I don’t miss my jeans, I don’t miss my European comfort and lifestyle and the cold, distant attitude I perceive from acquaintances and other people back there. I have tears in my eyes, I have never felt more complete than now. Next time, you’re coming with me, jaanu.

Waiting for your letter, I love you.

Alvida.

POSTCARD #4

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Sabah el kheir,

I received your letter, I’m happy to hear from you and your family, yes I’ll bring you some textile, don’t worry!

We’re going to the souk this afternoon, I have a couple dinars to spend and Baa-ji gave me some more. Djeddi is coming with us.

I’m peaceful and I take my time with everything I commit myself to, now, I don’t know where this comes from. Probably, from the fact that nobody stares at us.

I wish you were here, habibi.

Salam.

POSTCARD #3

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Vanakkam,

Yesterday, after the temple we meditated under the moon in the garden, it gets fresher at night which is nice because it’s hot here. We made couscous for the neighbours and ate all together.

It’s been 3 days and I feel like a warrior, I have decided which path to take, I’m a strong and successful person, you’ll see that when I come back. We have 7 more days to go, Maa-ji has never been more radious, I dont wanna leave.

I love you,

Poitu Varen.

POSTCARD #1

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Sabah el nour,

We just arrived and everything is alright, alhamdullilah.
We had tea with the family, the beach is beautiful and the people are nice and welcoming.
I hope everything is going just fine back home, we miss you. 

Salam.

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About Mohini's Postcards - This project is one of the most important of my artworks, as it was deeply rooted in the identity part of my work. The " 10 POSTCARDS" project is a fictive exchange between two lovers who are separated for a certain amount of time, because of a specific event that I purposely didnt develop - it could be anything, whether holidays in the homeland or something else. I chose to mix languages to give off a feeling of constant motion, having to move from one place to another without having the time to adapt to any. These postcards follow a person's trip with their families, who learns more about themselves while they're away from their country of adoption. While losing sight of familiar faces, they get in touch with people that resemble them, making them calmer and more organised in their thoughts. I wanted to express the feeling I've always felt of not belonging anywhere because I was too mixed, but simultaneously belonging everywhere, reconnecting with your/my-self through languages, in countries that are completely new to you/me yet being from there. The here, and there, and who, and (re)connection with the self, the death of "otherness" allowing us to erase the ego.