The “Innocence”, another story of my migration. The threads of color, which dies and lives, those were long gone, buried, or forgotten, speak of a soul adrift in a sea of ambiguity, confusion and inequalities. Each thread of colors is the reflection of my own emotions, the disquietude that accompanies displacement. It holds the whispers of a heart’s yearning, seeking solace in a foreign land. Following a mirage! This is a picture of my inner feelings and desires, moments when I felt that I was no longer alive but breathing, away from my homeland, away from my family. When I deeply felt lost and lonely.