Once an avid reader of Malayalam and English fiction, now cheerfully disobedient to it, except when history slips in disguised as a novel. These days the shelves lean towards history, culture, mythology, and philosophy. Subjects once ignored now refuse to be ignored. Stories are still welcome, but preferably with timelines, footnotes, and the occasional civilization rising and collapsing in the background.
Theatre belongs to what feels like another lifetime. Acting in plays, organizing festivals, and surviving on passion, adrenaline, and very little sleep. Life then stretched itself across places. Roots in Palakkad. A home in Kochi. Working years in Dubai. Student days in London. Travels across parts of Europe. And eventually, a return to where the heart speaks without translating.
Careers arrived in plural. RJ, writer, client servicing professional, marketer, content creator, entrepreneur, and operations lead. Each role taught its lesson. Each exit happened at the right time. Somewhere along this beautifully chaotic route, Ayurveda entered quietly and stayed. It was never just a practice. It became a lens. A way of observing life as simple, intuitive, and deeply human. Therapy was studied not to rescue the world, but out of genuine curiosity about how healing works.
Life now unfolds with a doctor husband and a ten-year-old son fondly called the Mallu Singh. We are a small tribe of three. Fiercely individualistic. Bound by humour. Anchored in love. Committed to choosing peace over unnecessary noise.
A line from Hermann Hesse’s Siddhartha continues to linger: life is like a flowing river, always moving yet always the same. I first heard it during a play. It has followed me ever since. Moments change. Roles change. Addresses change. Something essential remains.
Bhakti comes naturally. Smarana, the quiet remembrance of the supreme in whichever form the day offers, sits gently at the centre of things. Simplicity is the direction. Humility tries to keep pace. Minimalism is still a work in progress, negotiated with cupboards and sentiment.
Learning from life feels like the only real purpose. Everything else is scenery along the river.
Between Ink & Intuition 