I’m an accidental writer—the kind who stumbled into words, fell hard, and is now pretending it was all part of the plan. A dreamer, a chronic overthinker, and an unapologetic lover of sentences that sound just right.
Once upon a time, I wanted to be an engineer. Not because I was passionate about it, but because I wanted to prove to the world that I could. And then, I dreamed of becoming a celebrity journalist: the Karan Thapar kind. Somewhere along the way, I fell in love with history, a love affair that has not quite ended. Life, however, decided I’d be better suited to the corporate world—so here I am, spreadsheets by day, sentences by night.
Books are my longest, most stable relationship. I collect them faster than I can read them, and I regret absolutely nothing. I make few friends, but the ones who survive my sarcasm usually stick around for life. Intelligent conversations and dark humour are my love languages.
I write when something moves me—or mildly annoys me. These days, the world feels a little too loud, so I journal more and publish less. But every so often, a thought insists on being shared, and that’s what ends up here.
If you’re curious about who I am, read on. My words tend to spill more truth than I ever plan to.