I don’t know myself as well as I’d like to. So, I don’t exactly know who I am. But I’ll try to tell you as best as I can. I’m just a random 21-year-old, I’m not quite sure how I mustered up the courage to come to a land that’s the furthest away from my home. I guess, that makes me brave, or maybe that makes me stupid. But I’m smart enough to know I’m a little bit of both.
I like to write, I like to paint, I like to read, I like to code, and I like to make bookmarks out of scrap paper a day before the deadline because my brain won’t let me get started otherwise. I like to pretend to be tougher than I actually am. So, I guess, in a way, I’m just like you.
I’m a small-town girl who left home to see the world, and I guess I’m starting with a small Canadian Town. I’m from the land of Castles and Stories. I’m from the desert of Rajasthan.
I like to walk, but I have a terrible sense of direction, literal and metaphorical. I get distracted easily. I forget things, I like to watch the sun go down on the ocean. I’m just human, I guess, trying to blend in and run away at the same time.