
I was born and raised in India, in a home full of color, poetry, and feeling.
My mother’s silk saris that shimmered like memories,
my grandfather’s poetic verses,
and my geologist father’s stories about the earth —
they all taught me early that everything we touch
holds a moment worth remembering.
I always felt life deeply, even when I didn’t have the words.
The sweetness of childhood.
The ache of growing up.
The quiet love inside everyday moments.
But like so many of us, I learned to be practical,
to stay busy,
to tuck my inner world away.
Years later, during a meditation retreat,
that inner world suddenly came rushing back.
All the joy, curiosity, and wonder I had set aside
returned with a softness I couldn’t ignore.
It didn’t turn me into someone new,
it simply reminded me who I had always been.
Painting became the way I honored that reminder.
A way to hold onto feelings that need not be forgotten.
A way to give tenderness a place to live.
A way to make the invisible parts of life
feel seen again.
My work is about the memories that make a home…
the small moments that become big ones…
the sweetness we don’t want to lose.
Today I paint from Florida and New Jersey,
following that gentle calling —
one loving, nostalgic story at a time,
so we can all keep a little more heart
on our walls and in our everyday lives.