A poignant, elegiac short play from the author of East is East.
As his mother fades away, a son returns to the house where he grew up. It is empty, but full of reminders of how she once was. She, meanwhile, has her own foggy memories and feelings about why they try to communicate, but just can’t.
‘wonderful, Beckettian evocation of a mind struggling to comprehend the loss of its own faculties and the running down of the self’
— Evening Standard
‘Ayub Khan Din’s deeply moving new play lasts only 50 minutes, but it conjures up a world of loss, love and grief. At times the writing is as spare as Samuel Beckett’s, but there is also a warmth, and a vivid eye for detail, that make the piece overwhelming in its emotional impact’
— Daily Telegraph