Loud laugh, soft heart
Loudest in the room and the first to ask what your story is. I think small talk is just a runway for the good stuff — and I'd rather get to the good stuff fast.
Fresh graduate. Anime devotee, biryani fundamentalist, gown enthusiast. Defended by four older brothers and a refusal to settle for boring company.
I'm a person who believes that cheerfulness is a daily choice, that good people are worth waiting for, and that there's nothing wrong with wearing a gown to the grocery store. I read fiction like it's medicine, eat biryani like it's religion, and I've been standing my ground since the third grade — somewhere out there a boy is probably still telling the story of how he got me suspended!
Six things people tend to mention. Scroll through — each one gets its moment.
Loudest in the room and the first to ask what your story is. I think small talk is just a runway for the good stuff — and I'd rather get to the good stuff fast.
Got my first suspenson at nine years old. Boy didn't earn it, fairly. I haven't quite stopped standing my ground since — turns out it gets easier the more you practice.
I'm an extrovert with a tight guest list. I'd rather have four real friends than forty plus-ones. Half my life is laughing with strangers; the other half is choosing carefully who gets the encore.
Four older brothers means I grew up with a personal security council. They're loud, possessive, and one hundred percent the reason I have zero patience for anyone who plays games. Don't waste my time — they'll find out.
I read novels the way some people watch sunsets — slowly, all the way through. Fiction taught me that complicated people are interesting and that an ending is usually worth the wait. Recommend me one.
Biryani for the soul. Gowns for the laundry. Romance novels for the heart. I refuse to apologise for liking things other people call "too much" — I think too much is exactly the right amount.
December 10th. Apparently I only cried when I wanted to, which my mother says is still mostly true. Four older brothers were already waiting; the loud life was a foregone conclusion.
A boy did the wrong thing, so I did the right thing - loudly. costed me a suspension, he only got a quiet talking - to. Gave me a lifelong habit of standing my ground..
Started reading novels by the kilogram. Stopped trying to fit in. Began my long-standing affair with gowns, biryani, and weekly anime night.
Walked across a stage. Texted my brothers. Ate biryani. Spent the year after reading the books I owed myself and figuring out what's next.
Building a life that has more biryani in it. Looking for collaborators, friends, and the occasional ridiculous gown. Open to good conversation, excellent book recommendations and people who love cheetah
"You can be cheerful and still have impossibly high standards. Try me."— Binge told this to me once