On first walking in, the set of Khandan seemed clean and tidy to an almost clinical level – not the sort of place you would find in a normal family home. However, as the play began, a clutter started to build up and the set burst to life. There was something so believably real about the suburban kitchen I found myself sitting in. It was easy to forget you were watching a play, and not simply the lives of real strangers. The audience were entirely included in the set as photos in frames and wall lamps took up all four walls of the theatre, not just the wall at the back.