I was born on a particularly rainy day in the mid of June in 1989. I was born a human, but my family and friends strongly believe I was a cat in my past life/ves. I was born out of love, passion and a sense of duty to expand the family lineage of the Moitra’s. I have been meaning to get a genetic test done to trace my ancestry, but damn the steep price, I will have to wait till I start making good money from my writing. As someone with self-esteem issues( childhood & adulthood trauma), I will not be running a fundraiser.

I grew up to be an avid sleeper, a sound reader, and a proactive procrastinator. Overtime I learned a lot more about myself, like why I don’t like noisy places, big groups and social situations. Taught myself to survive, sustain & thrive in such situations. Still get the occasional hiccups, have a mini-book of excuses ready to abandon any overtly crowded event. Hate the mental battle with my body before running, love the feeling afterwards. Used to date emotionally unavailable men, now mothering emotionally complex cats.

I was a tom girl in school, was the unofficial class sherpa who would take a bunch of impressionable classmates to explore haunted houses, during school hours.

I pursued communication at both Bachelor’s & Master’s levels, and for someone as introverted as I am, it didn’t yield much, but I exceled in specific scenarios, such as theatre and literature, social developmental issues also made me spring into action.

After a year in advertising, I found my calling, in the development sector and there began the real learning. I have transitioned from loving emotionally unavailable men to emotionally complex cats( life comes a full circle, you see).

I have always been a fussy writer, stressing too much about my writing style and tone, but when you swim to the fun side of your 30s, you stop caring too much.

So, here goes, my life, documented in prose, and sometimes, in cheesy rhyming poetry….