How do I begin?
Do I talk about my birth town? Or my home town?
Or do you want to know how I like my avocados and what I put in my masala chai?
Sometimes people are curious about my state of origin.
Sometimes they want to know where I bought my boots from.
I am my father’s daughter.
My mother’s rebel.
I am my husband’s love.
My son’s chuckle.
I am a friend to my clients.
A piece of work to my sisters.
I am to me, yet unknown.
A designer at first.
Then a business woman heeling it up (because I could never suit it up).
Then I became a mum and my whole world turned upside down and for once, it was the right way round.
For once in my life.
I could do. What I really, truly, deeply, innately wanted to do.
Something I had been doing since high school.
So for now?
I’m a writer who adores her family,
wants to pour colours all day,
seek new places within the same places,
and find a space to pause and
literally, make life a little more awesome everyday.