Attaining Nirvana, isn’t my cuppa. Zen, meditation, Koan, Groan!!
Yoga and chanting, is just not my thing. My only need is to vocalise. I like discussions, a chit chat about this and that.
So, I need more than just me. It’s funny how my family finds employment, at a mere clearing of my throat. It’s an itch, I need to scratch. Hence, I write. I’m mostly just trying to be funny. If you haven’t heard of me, It’s because I really am unknown and quite unauthory.
A friend, confidant and mother to two, Pooja Pasricha is a homemaker. An aesthete, she is a painter of fair repute and loves to dabble with interiors.
Writing has always been a cathartic process for her. She is a keen observer of the human spirit and likes to pen her thoughts on the same. For her, kindness is the only way forward for humanity. It is like a whiff of a pleasant perfume everyone wants more of. She believes this is one adhesive that holds people together.