A paper plane that left India, still mid-flight.
Writer, observer, storymaxxer.
I think the best thing a person can be is a good story.
Not successful, not impressive — interesting. The kind of person who showed up to a wedding and cried before the bride did. Who found a jazz bar in a city they couldn't find on a map and stayed until close.
Who would fly to New York just for the pizza — and maybe the Comedy Cellar on the way back.
I grew up in Gujarat, India. Studied engineering in Champaign. Chased the sun to San Diego. Landed in Chicago. Every city left a crease in the paper. The plane is still mid-air.
I call this storymaxxing. This site is the evidence.
Positivity, life, radiance. A sign that things will be okay. I really, really love the sun.
I would fly to NYC just for a slice. This is not casual. I LOVE PIZZA.
Dream: travel the world visiting comedy rooms. Find the funny. Write my own set.
Always hunting for the dim jazz bar in every new city. A drink, the music, nowhere else to be.
Splitting G's with friends, Guinness in hand, having ourselves a night that becomes a story.
I would pay to attend a stranger's wedding. The energy, the love, all of it. Every time.
Pilot's license. Buy a Cessna. Just... go. Aisle seat until then. No exceptions.
Be part of a space company. Actually go to space. Not metaphorically.
Don't ask me to explain it. I just love penguins. It's a whole thing.
Bengals and Joe Burrow. The anxiety fades eventually. Back to it like an animal.
Dissecting human behavior and psychology. Understanding why we do what we do.
We were put here to socialize. To love and be loved. The community is global now.
I figured out how to never pay for a flight or hotel again. 12+ credit cards, all working together. I broke the game — happy to help you do the same.
Get recommendations →We were put here to love and be loved. With internet and access to travel, the community isn't local anymore — it's the whole world. The paper plane keeps flying.
still here? that means something.