The sweet sound of "Uthan"

The space is empty and yet it is full of silence and absent trace. This is a possibility where  kids can play their favourite games, two teenage love birds can speak a thousand words without uttering anything while they keep on tossing the feather through their badminton rackets, as you grow old you can spend the lazy winter noon with the neighbours or aged friends.

The time passes by leaves an absent trace on the same space, mornings are noisy with the mobile vendors with the fish and vegetables, the lazy afternoons are full of gossiping soul, late afternoons are noisy with kids and the evenings are full of light and love. No matter how imagined the space is, it is the courtyard, we call Uthan.