I am not an Indian, nor am I a Malayali, although I was born in Kerala and lived most of my life there. I’m human. I travel looking for the deeper meaning of existence and writing is one of the things I do to tell the rest of the world what I’ve learned.
What I am is a very elaborate reflection of the world I grew up in. Or is it the other way around? I spend every moment I’m alive on this planet thinking of why is what how it is. it is the uncontrollable urge to express, that lead me into painting, photography, sculpture, and now writing.
Who am I? It doesn’t matter.