These images were taken during my stay with Aunty. She was my landlady from 2009 to 2013 when I lived in Delhi. It was a scattered home, stale, crumbling unpredictably. There was a part of me that was nervous being around this woman. She talked to herself, hallucinated, walked around at night. And yet, I was curious because her personality was so distinct, her madness so intimate and yet disconnected from the world around her.
I ended up staying for much longer than I had anticipated.
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