"If you ever felt like you were the only one thinking this deeply in a shallow world — welcome. I’ve been waiting for you."
I was born in 1993, in Purnea, Bihar — a place not exactly known for soul-searching or creative rebellion. Yet, somehow, I ended up being both:
a thinker and a builder,
a poet and a programmer,
a gardener of soil and a gardener of thoughts.
I’m someone who:
Breaks electronics down just to understand them and then tries to rebuild them.
Loves Dancing by myself.
Fasts to find clarity, not to lose weight
Reads audiobooks because they speak to my soul louder than most people do.
And paints not for likes, but because it just feels right.
I’m obsessed with what’s underneath:
What’s behind a character’s silence in a book?
Why does old Jeremy Brett's Sherlock Holmes feel more human than anything made now?
Why do most people only talk about jobs, money, and marriage — and ignore the miracle of simply being alive?
If you're someone who feels like life has to be more than goals and deadlines, we’re already speaking the same language.
I understand engineering, code, hardware — it comes naturally.
But I feel most alive when I’m writing songs, altering stories, making art, or just… feeling something real.
My brain solves puzzles.
My heart creates them.
And both are equally me.
I’m on a long journey of healing. Physically. Emotionally. Spiritually.
Fasting is a big part of that — not as punishment, but as freedom.
Freedom from noise. From craving. From everything outside that distracts from what’s inside.
I don’t follow the crowd when it comes to health.
I follow my own body.
My life is a set of experiments. Some of them right now include:
Painting a wall on the rooftop at sunrise.
Growing plants from seedlings.
Learning to master mushroom farming.
Dancing not to perform, but to feel alive.
Listening to 1000+ hours of audiobooks, then thinking about them for 10,000 more.
I’ve started a section on my site called “Writer” with three parts:
Poems From Scratch
Songs From Scratch
Fiction Book Alterations
I don’t want to just consume stories.
I want to live them. Bend them. Rewrite them.
Maybe, together, we will too.
I built this page for you.
If you're out there — feeling a little too much, thinking a little too deep, hiding a little too often — maybe you're the person I’ve been waiting to meet.
Not to complete me.
Not to fix me.
Just to walk beside me while we figure life out, day by day.
If you’ve read this far and something in you whispered, "Yes. I feel this."
Then don’t ignore that voice.
Say hello. Write something messy. Share a line from your favorite book. Or just tell me what your garden dreams of.
Because maybe we weren’t meant to be alone after all.