He was Ramchandra Kamath within his cultured Gaud Saraswat Brahmin clan, deeply entrenched in Matunga, where he had lived all his life. The artist Indranil Kamath to the art world. RK, if you knew him in the late 1990s from South Indian Education Society College of Arts, Science and Commerce where he studied, like a good South Indian boy, Science.

In the last decade or so, he settled on Ram Indranil Kamath, an identity that brought together all parts of him. But didn't heal the internal child tormented and scarred by a toxic algebra — years of sexual abuse as a child starting at pre-school age, bullying and physical abuse targetted at his sexuality and body. RK was overweight in college. A bane made harder in the male-dominated Science stream, in a solidly basic middle-class degree college. His refuge was the extra-curricular activities, especially fashion shows, where he would be surrounded by girls and women. He designed seductive clothes, hung out in the girl's green room and came out first to a model while he had his hand up her skirt, folding in tin foil. "Don't worry, I'm not being creepy," he said. "You're gay aren't you?" She asked. "Yep". "Cool".