Writers and journalists from all over the world come to New York to live a dream; they come chasing a fantasy they seldom find. I came to New York three years ago searching for answers to many questions. While many of them remain unresolved, my quest for discovering the truth has made me an insomniac and an obsessive stalker.
In the country where I was born (India), a newspaper delivery boy delivers newspapers and magazines at every doorstep before the break of dawn. The newspaper is passed around the house in a hierarchical fashion: from the eldest to the youngest that is if the patriarchy is subdued.
With a passion for writing and the knowledge of traditional journalism, I set foot into the world of digital expertise once I landed in New York. I understood pretty soon that every journalist is now a jack of all traits and a master at some. Acknowledging the importance of print and gaining a new insight in multimedia, I turned myself into a complete package whose delivery changes from country to country.
My work has mostly revolved around profiling ordinary people: sex workers, refugees, undocumented immigrants, lawyers, artists, a homeless man and people with everyday struggles. I am also interested in culture, art, and events. Mostly, I write for local publications, other times I write for myself.
