It began on a farm in Vazhakulam
I grew up in Vazhakulam, a farming village in the Ernakulam district of Kerala. My father worked the land — the rhythm of our days was set by rain, harvest, and the slow patience that farming teaches you. We did not have much, but the evenings were rich with talk: neighbours on the veranda, old arguments about right and wrong, stories told and retold until they felt like family.
That world is the soil everything I write grows from. Its labour, its faith, its small daily philosophies about what a person deserves and what they owe — I keep returning to all of it on the page, whether I mean to or not.
The road outward
Like so many from Kerala, my life became a series of departures. Tirupur first, then Bangalore, then Dubai, and finally Kuwait. Each move taught me something the last one couldn't: how a city can swallow you, how money changes people, how faith bends but rarely breaks, how an entire generation builds a life in one country while their heart stays in another.
I have spent years now in the oil & gas industry in the Gulf — a world of contracts, deadlines, and hard men doing hard work far from their families. It is not where you'd expect to find a novelist. But it gave me something a writing degree never could: a front-row seat to ambition and its cost, watched up close, every single day.
Why I write
I write because the migrant life is full of stories that go untold — the quiet sacrifices, the long phone calls home, the strange loneliness of doing well in a place that will never quite be yours. And I write about power and philosophy because the Gulf teaches you both, fast: who has it, who wants it, what people will trade to get it, and what it finally costs them.
My upcoming novel, The Deserving Devil, grew out of one question I couldn't put down — what do we ask for, what does it cost, and who finally pays? It traces that single mechanism of ambition across civilizations, from ancient boons to the age of AI.
A few things about me
What you'll find here
This site is where I share my fiction, my thinking, and honest reflections on building a life far from where you started. Everything I publish here is free. If any part of this resonates with your own journey — welcome. I'm glad you're here.
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