Growing up in an urban household, I was exposed to not only a variety of materialistic choices, but also a vibrant freedom to experience free thought without instigation. Contrary to first impressions, the latter can be a bigger privilege than one might fathom. Over the years, I have come to experience life on multiple planes, living vicariously through (often eccentric) hobbies and an empathetic lifestyle, as a consequence of which it becomes easy to lose oneself sometimes. After much pondering and confused wandering, I finally came back to a point where I decided to ask myself why exactly I had let go of so many things that had made me feel alive since childhood. And guess what, I could not find a single legit reason. One of such things closest to my heart was writing; penning down my thoughts shamelessly as I developed a perspective on all that was trivial as well as integral to life as it came.
In the process of growing as a writer (and a person of substance), I personally found reading to be the most enriching experience, as I could that way have varied conversations with bright, eclectic, and the most creative minds sitting right in the comfort of my tangible surroundings (be it alone or amidst a mundane gathering). So then why not, should I choose to build on exactly such a wholesome trajectory of life as mine has always walked on?
Finally, I’m at a point in life where uninhibited expression and free-flowing exchange of perspectives seem to be the most consequential elements of life. Finally, I am beginning to understand that life’s purpose can be more than just to build oneself; it can also be to build a culture. So now I share my perspective on all things artistic, literary, creative, and social for you to reflect on and add to. As I watch, learn, grow, think and realise, all of it is nurtured into words for you to experience with me.
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