About

A naval architect, a journalist in-the-making, from Kerala, India; I am a self-taught artist, a freelance writer, reader, a daughter, and the youngest of three sisters, besides a million other things. Science and ships took me to engineering in shipbuilding (unfortunately or fortunately), only to realise my true calling –writing.

There are often days, that sometimes turn into weeks, when there are a string of words and ideas that lurk inside my head.  They create a chaotic universe, refusing to let me grab on to them.  And then, in the middle of sleep at 3 in the morning, or during a long cold shower where I am just reaching out for the dish of soap or while memorising the equations for that all-important-exam, these words decide to reach out to me. There follows a hunt for a paper, a pen, a laptop, a mobile, a tissue, a toilet paper –or just about anything that would let these words pour out, before they can disappear forever.  It is in that precise moment, when the ink bleeds into the paper or the keypads strike away, that I feel the most like myself.  Well, it is one of the three times.

The second time around is when the words in my head are replaced by vague images.  Colours.  Hues.  Shapes.  Patterns.  Such times, with loud music booming in my ears, I pick up my pencils, brushes and paints and unleash myself onto the canvas.  I prefer my world in black, white and shades of grey; uncomplicated.  Perhaps, that is a reflection of what I seek in life: simplicity.

The third time is when I find myself hooked to the world inside a book. Within the pages of a book, inhaling its old charm of a smell, feeling the worn-out pages through my fingers, I find a certain kind of solace.  On the days that I do not write, read or sketch, I find myself lost in the myriad inklings of life; it is when I turn to words and drawings that I find myself.

I am an old school, living in the body of a millennial. For a glimpse into the books that I have read, loved, cried over, hated; for that once in a blue moon spark of inspiration that spilt over as words or art, stay.