The STD booth has an inherent contradiction. The constriction of its physical space denies its actual function. But these gradually vanishing booths reveal a certain truth, a truth which is craftily covered up in our contemporary era of mobile phones, international flights, internet, emails, Skype etc. The booth does not bridge between distant locations, nor is it a meeting space of empty spaces, but a gateway into the void within ourselves which cannot be filled.
I see these old STD booths scattered across the subcontinent’s landscape like palaeolithic relics. These anachronistic structures are no longer a means or facilitators of communication but are links – black holes; spaces without space. I imagine the telephone booths as launching stations from which one takes off into the ungraspable space of longing ,desire and fantasy.