What does one really consider as an everyday object? How does the space really take a shape from the mundane everyday? These four carvings in the blue walls of an open but yet another inner courtyard are suggestive of items that are really left to idle and use. As the day advances, one object replaces another, as the cycle continues, the objects keeps changing its position. Mirror, leaf stalks, over turned plastic container, lipstick, nail polish, medicine, black plastic crumbled sheet, yellow sack, orange cloth, polyethylene bag, talcum powder. The perpetual clock takes the people in this courtyard and their items along with itself, for them to only leave the souvenirs of the clock in these perhaps the “time capsules”? These Time capsules are suggestive of the very fabric of lives that runs throughout this decelerated town of Orchha.