I started this blog with a pseudonym but now, I take it back. I’d rather be nameless than be a thief of names of sorts. I’m not old or wise. I am no genius, no prodigy. I know just about nothing about politics and I’m no great literary artist. So you probably don’t want to be reading this right now.

About me… Well, that would be the point of this page. I’m a thinker. I wonder about the sky, so transparent yet… so full. I wonder about me, what will I be like when I’m 30? 50? 90? Would I even last that long? When will I die? How will I die? I even think about that woman in the grocery store with the three small kids; where is her husband? What will she make for dinner today? Who will her children grow up to be-Lincoln? Einstein? Shakespeare? I am a  pakka dreamer. I fly kites in bright colors all over the sky, hoping that someday they will reach somewhere. Sometimes, the string breaks and sometimes, new ones are added- each leave me with something, maybe a cut on my finger and maybe a pat on my back.

I love to dance, sing, draw, act, say speeches, write stories, listen to music.. the list goes on and on. One of those kids, signed up for every activity and every competition there is. And that’s a problem too. I really don’t have one particular passion. Everything, here and there. One day, I want to be Shobhana, the next, Arundhati Roy.

I’m from India but I’m not living there right now. Kerala is truly God’s Own Country but I can’t dare say I am one of His own. Sometimes I feel like I want to live back there and yet more often, I feel like a stranger there too. I think it was Arundhati Roy who once mentioned something about being a citizen of the world. In that case, that’s what I want stamped across my passport. This world. I am its citizen.