The last studio visit I did before I decided to put myself in lockdown was at the home of artists Nidhi Khurana and Rahul Soni. It was long overdue. I've known the couple informally since I moved into Khirki village, Delhi, back in 2011. And each time I'd bump into them at art exhibition openings, I'd promise them I'd come over, but then never did.

Life and work and travel got in the way. Nidhi reminded me when I had returned from West Bengal that I owed her a visit. I wanted to hold good on my word, so we set a lunch date the day after Holi. As she was readying the table for lunch, she decided to make a salad. She asked if I wanted to accompany her to the rooftop, to their home garden, to pick rocket leaves. Obsessed as I am with urban farming, I happily agreed.