This old boiler once powered the cranes that served Cochin’s dry-dock. The cranes have moved, but the boilers are still there, retained as relics of the 1950s. I found layers of textures here – not only are the old boilers rusting, but placards and advertisements that have been pasted on to them over the years are rotting away as well and form their own textures as a result. Every bit of free space on Indian walls, signs, posts, and even old boilers is made use of, again and again. Such is the nature of communication in a land of a billion people.