Poetry at odd hours, paint on my hands, and a kitchen that smells like a dhaba on a good night. Come in.

I'm 23. Patna first, then four years at IIT Delhi, now Bengaluru. My day job is the founder's office at Pintel AI — effectively the CEO's right hand, product one week and business development the next. It's the closest thing to an MBA I'll ever do, and I'm using it to build toward something of my own.
I write. Not for anyone in particular — it's how I work out what I actually think about something.
Slower than writing and far more forgiving. I'm not especially good at it, and that's most of the appeal.
Elaborate, unreasonable, all-afternoon cooking. If I like you, you will be fed.
Michelin star efforts to cook dhaba style foods at home.
Four hours, eleven spices, and the goal is a plate that tastes like a highway stop outside Patna. Worth every minute.
I notice when the tone of a conversation shifts, and I'll say something rather than let it sit. I check in — probably more than most people are used to, and I think that's a good thing.
I'd rather see you than text you. Most things are better in person, and I'm happiest living squarely in the moment I'm in.
Calm when plans fall apart, which they always do. Some of the best evenings I've had started as something else entirely.
Don't try to steer the river.
Caption on a photo of me somewhere. I've kept it because it keeps turning out to be true.
That's a good sign. Go on then.