Home is where my story begins—but not where it ends.
The photo above is my father leaning over the balustrade of our ancestral courtyard. For more than ten generations, this small square of earth has cradled every milestone of our family: newborns welcomed, brides received, the departed laid to rest. That pattern is woven into the bricks like muscle memory.
I am the first to step beyond its warm, protective walls and stay gone—choosing uncertainty over comfort, discovery over repetition. As García Márquez reminds us, a land truly claims us only when ten generations lie beneath its soil. My roots run deep in that courtyard, but my branches insist on growing toward wider sky.
I carry the lessons, the love, and the quiet strength of that place wherever I go. Now I’m building something new—work that matters, work that travels, work that may never circle back to that final ritual under the eaves. This site is my open door: step inside, and join me as I turn heritage into forward motion.
© Sriloy Dey 2025