Kolkata is a city of contrasts—overwhelming yet beautiful, chaotic yet deeply soulful. In the thick humidity and relentless noise, I found moments of pure connection: the shop owners who welcomed us like old friends, the children who beamed at their hand-drawn portraits, the strangers who offered chai and warmth without hesitation. It wasn’t always comfortable, but that’s where the magic of travel happens—beyond the ease of home, in the space where discomfort gives way to understanding.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been drawn to storytelling—the way words create connection and give voice to what we feel but can’t always say. I spent much of my young adult life travelling and documenting my experiences through writing. But when I suffered a profound loss at 23, everything stopped. For years, I buried my passion beneath survival, trying to build a safe, conventional life. Yet something kept pulling me back—to the road, to writing, to the dreams I once abandoned. Now, I’m here, rediscovering my voice and sharing stories of travel, personal growth, and inspiration.