Carrying Home on Our Backs begins where memory refuses to stand still. Home here is not a noun but a tide, a verb in constant motion.Nad-e-Ali (@nadealy) gathers perishable relics into a Memory Museum: an ECG strip still beating faintly, a father’s watch ticking in another time…. fragile proofs that grief survives its owner. Rajat Dey’s (@gonddarr) Scissors and Glue cuts and joins Calcutta walls with papers that once crossed from East Pakistan, his collages echoing the humble repairs that hold a household together, even as memory slips through the seams. Tanya Traboulsi’s (@tanya_traboulsi ) Beirut, Recurring Dream sees balconies as double-edged thresholds, holding tenderness and damage at once — uprisings, explosions, the long unravelling of a city pressed into every wall. Julia Laird’s (@julia__laird ) Home is a map made by walking, where weather itself records the return path across Scottish moors. With Marie, Nishant Saldanha and Roshan Roymon attend to a Goan-Catholic household where drawings, photographs and notes whisper of labour, of caste, of care…. making legible what is often erased, without consuming it.Together, these fragments journey from Stranger House Gallery @strangershousegallery in Bombay to Athens, extending the long-distance archive of Postcards from Home @postcardsfromhomenet . Inside the old tobacco factory, the works follow the city’s own handwriting of migration and exile: reliquaries beside taped seams, way-finding beside coastlines, drawings beside domestic ledgers.At Platforms Project @platformsproject the bundle is opened like a family album left on a kitchen table…. to be read slowly, aloud, porous to interruption. Athens, with its courtyards that speak in many tongues, is not a backdrop but a co-author. Here, home behaves like breath itself: packed, unfolded, carried onward, always remade