About Me — Nanda
Hi, I’m Nanda
I was born and raised in Kerala, India, and I come from the city of Calicut. If you’ve never been here, let me give you a quick tour.
First, we have camels on the beach for absolutely no reason. Nobody knows why they’re there, but they are.
Second, food is basically our love language. Calicut is filled with endless streets of snacks and cafés, and after 6 p.m., it feels like the whole city steps out to eat. Families, friends, couples. Everyone’s at some café, talking, laughing, and enjoying the evening.
The weather here is… moody. In the morning, it might be raining with a dramatic little storm, and by 2 p.m., it will be hotter than Megan Fox in Transformers. I’m not even exaggerating. If you hang your clothes out to dry, they’ll be CRISP by noon.
Life in Calicut is like that: unpredictable but kind of fun if you go along with it.
I’m a student, juggling all the endless tasks and duties that come with it, while my brain runs around with a million thoughts and ideas that I would love to share.
My mum’s an endodontist, my dad’s an orthodontist, and my younger brother is too young to decide what kind of chaos he wants to bring to the world.
My family is essentially a small army of dentists and doctors, but trust me, my life is heading in a direction anywhere other than medical.
We don’t have any pets, mostly because I refused to get one when my mum suggested it.
She’s still complaining about it.
So, why do I write?
Honestly, because my brain doesn’t have an off switch. I’m constantly thinking about situations, people, the world, about that one awkward thing I said in 7th grade.
Writing is the only way I can empty all those thoughts somewhere before they overflow, and the page never interrupts me.
I write about society and the little ways it shapes us without us even noticing. Sometimes it’s social media — how one app can decide what we laugh at, cry about, or secretly compare ourselves to. Other times, I write about the things I observe around me: a conversation that stuck in my head, or a moment that made me rethink the way we live.
I can’t exactly “box” my writing into a single category.
But whatever I write, it comes from a place of curiosity. This constant itch to understand people and the world a little better.
I guess I write to capture life before it slips away.
The funny bits, the messy parts, the quiet moments we usually scroll past. If someone reads my work and thinks, “Wait… I feel that too,” then my job is done.
For me, writing isn’t about being perfect or polished. It’s about being human. And in a world where everyone’s curating their life for likes and stories, I like having a space that’s real, raw, and reflective.
There’s so much more to life than the tiny bubble we live in.
I feel like my head is overflowing with all the thoughts and stories I want to untangle.
Writing is my only solution. It’s how I make sense of the chaos and find meaning in the ordinary.
I want to meet people who feel the same pull to put their thoughts into words, people who write like they have to, not just because they want to. I want to learn from them and share my perspective on society and life.
Life, to me, is bigger than the narrow box we’re told to stay in.
I’ve seen and experienced enough to know that anything is possible, even if the world disagrees.
Anything.
The how, why, when, and where… that part is up to you, and what you’re willing to do for it.
That’s how I’ve understood that quote.
Likewise, I don’t want people to live a version of life that’s smaller than what they deserve, stuck on a level that isn’t meant for them.
I write because I believe in this with my whole being. I write to remind myself, and anyone who stumbles across my words, that what we want can be real if we’re willing to try.
