​Our obsession with possessions as humans is a fascinating detail of our lives lived. The act of possessing and hoarding materialistic objects under the ‘veil’ of belongings and personal items, these objects are elevated from their original purpose to a more sentimental level wherein they become more than just mass produced commodities, they become something unique in a sense. The act of hoarding these belongings in order to preserve and protect certain moments and memories is something we all have been doing since ages. As an artist I am trying to understand the tendency to hoard and attach ourselves with more and more things everyday. The act of filling up our wonder cabinets somehow becomes  an act of adding value to ourselves. These mass produced items somehow become both personal and cultural memories and that’s where my questions lie. Why do we hoard ? Is it just an archival impulse or a fetish to be surrounded by things ? Is this act of holding onto trivial things an inherent tendency or is it birthed by society ? When does the object become so important the it looses its original purpose and is placed on a pedestal ? Somehow these objects become tokens or relics of our memories and stories, is that the reason we possess these, because somewhere they become a part of who we are ?