When I was a child, my mother would crudely say, “You are a tiny matchstick, which can set the whole house on fire!”

Two years in the making: upon returning from Pondicherry to Bangalore city to reconcile with and support my ageing parents. This work is a subsection of a photo series where I document the chaos of inhabiting a space that resonates with abuse, conflict, and violence. These inflammable spaces reveal the dark memories which are embedded so deep, it takes wilful work to shake them off. Nurturing my relationship with Billokitto, my cat, has been my only source of comfort, strength, and motivation. This work is my journal that decodes my helpless relationship with trauma, family, home– the behavioural choices we make. Transitioning from a commercial photographer, I am sharing these fragments of personal anecdotes as a stride for comfort.