I'm learning Carnatic music and Bharatnatyam, two ancient forms that are teaching me that depth requires patience, and mastery requires surrender. I'm experimenting with resin, cement, and semi-precious stones in the studio. I'm teaching Fine Arts privately. I got married in 2025. Life is fuller and more rooted than it has ever been.
Bhavkala is now moving fully online —meeting global patrons, supporting Indian artists, and growing into what it always was meant to be.

I went to Goa and started selling art at flea markets. I did an internship. But more than the work, it was the ecosystem that changed me. In Goa, artists sustain themselves through community, engagement, and direct support from people who simply love art. I saw art in every market, every corner. Something in me rearranged itself. The experience became the blueprint for Bhavkala Collective — an exhibition model where every artist matters, and every visitor can be a patron.

I chose journalism over an arts degree intentionally — I knew I'd need to understand storytelling, branding, and communication to build what I imagined. During this time, I also entered the modelling world in Delhi NCR, working with leading designers. I travelled through Himachal Pradesh, which revealed how rich and underrecognised India's cultural art ecosystems truly are. In the studio, I discovered oil painting — and fell in love completely. Some mediums you never go back from.

I grew up in Lucknow surrounded by Kathak, Hindustani classical music, and art in everyday life. My mother — a fashion designer and singer — was my first teacher without ever trying to be. Watching her create made me understand that making something from nothing is its own form of devotion. I was always near colours, always near music. Art wasn't something I chose. It was something I recognised in myself, early and without question.