March 2024

Interestingly, my most significant influences have often been books rather than individuals. My teachers frequently found themselves at their wits’ end with me. However, to directly address the question, my parents have been the cornerstone of who I’ve become. It’s common for children to mirror the influences of their parents, and I’m certainly no exception. Continue reading

I dream of exploring a vast array of topics through reading each day and aspire to master more languages. While some may deem this mundane, for someone like me, whose closest companions are books, it represents a true slice of paradise. My desire is not just to amass knowledge; I also treasure the joy of Continue reading

It might be an unpopular opinion, but I’m not particularly fond of tattoos, so my response would be a polite “No, thank you.” However, I’d delight in adorning my hands with henna designs. I’ve observed that several village folks in Tamil Nadu boast tattoos on their hands, known in Tamil as “pachaikuthal,” akin to what Continue reading

What is one word that describes you? I tend not to talk about myself much, so if I were to choose a single word to describe me, ‘reticent’ would be fitting. I’m comfortable engaging in conversations on a wide range of topics, yet when it comes to my personal life, I require some time before Continue reading

The most cherished compliment I ever received came from my 3-year-old niece, who declared her love for my stories. Last winter holidays, I had the joy of spending time with her, crafting tales that whisked her away to an imaginary world. She was so captivated by these stories that she wouldn’t leave my lap for Continue reading

The ideal mode of transportation—be it an airplane, train, bus, or car—often hinges on accessibility and comfort. I decidedly say no to bicycles due to the effort required, though I wouldn’t mind riding pillion on a motorbike. Imagine, if we were characters in Sanskrit/Tamil literature novels, I’d revel in traveling by chariot like a queen, Continue reading