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 the richest, not the most accomplished. the most interesting. The kind of life that can't be summarized on a LinkedIn headline. One built around moments that make you feel something, not milestones that make others nod in approval.
Most people optimize for comfort. Stable job. Safe choices. A life that looks great from the outside but feels like a waiting room on the inside. I'm building mine differently. Around stories worth telling your grandkids about one day.
That means saying yes to the detour. Booking the flight before you've planned the trip. Choosing the city because you're curious, not because it's practical. Staying out too late in a place you barely know and calling it research.
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.

The sport I grew up with. T20 is chaos compressed into three hours and I love every ball.

Fast enough to shut your brain off, slow enough to be strategic. The perfect reset.
We were put here to socialize. To love and be loved. The community is global now.
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.