Of late, a Yellow building has captivated me, for reasons that have little to do with an appreciation of aesthetics. It seemed to me that I had seen a structure just like it- a carbon copy- but I couldn’t place it, either somewhere in the world as we know it or in a fever dream. In a shrinking world, one where practically everyone and their aunt has a conception of what the Eiffel Tower is, it only gets harder to place these memories. After passing the building every day for an entire it became a little clearer- I had seen it in some YouTube about a shrine for cats in Japan, or maybe it was somewhere else, maybe Madurai. People would come to honour the lives of their deceased, missing or living cats, silently offering a few gifts and going their own silent way. One woman walks slowly and catches the camera’s focus and says “Oh cat, wherever you have run to, I wish you the very best from the bottom of my heart.”, she then places a shawl and walks away. For the life of me, I can’t remember the video’s name nor can I find it, perhaps it’s a completely constructed memory, maybe this is where the mind goes seeking closure for misplaced images. Our yellow building is no cat shrine, it’s a seamstress’s home where sarees with zig zag falls are also tailored.