Bengali soul, Jaipur streets.
Coffee rings on law books.
Dreams dressed in black robes and unspoken plots.
I live in between hearings and heartbreak scenes-
daylight law student, midnight writer, full-time overthinker.

I fall in love with thunderstorms,
hoard lyrics like secrets,
and believe dark chocolate could solve most of the world's problems.
Fictional villains? They ruin me.
Old songs? My therapy.

If I'm not writing lovers who bruise with their kisses and battle with their pasts,
you'll find me journaling in corners,
watching the world like it's a poem I haven't finished yet.

My stories aren't gentle.
They ache, they bleed, they burn.
But somewhere in the chaos-
you'll find softness.
You'll find me.