Madras. I still like to call it Madras. It is Chennai now. The bustling metropolitan city in Southern India was my only home until I moved to the U.S at the turn of the millennium to live with my husband.  A master's degree in electrical engineering, a coast-coast move, and a brief corporate stint later, I decided I truly wanted to write for children. Most of all, motherhood that happened somewhere in between transformed me and my dreams.

Quite ironically, I started out writing for adults. I blogged about multicultural children's literature, sharing resources and reviewing books. I still love to pass on a title or an author to a friend (or a stranger, for that matter). Picture books particularly appeal to the inner child in me. Then, in 2010, the first book I coauthored for children was published in India. I went on to co-author three more books, mostly narrative non-fiction.

I believe my life across two continents puts me at a vantage point when I write, and I try for the outcome to be fresh and balanced. I like to write about anomalous experiences among children.  And set them in culturally diverse contexts.  I hope that through these stories kids develop an empathy that is fundamental to peace. This belief also distills in what I usually like to write about - immigrant perspectives, people, and cultures. I also love writing on nature, or an undervalued art or tradition. Sometimes my own life's seemingly trivial experiences give me a motive. Besides writing, the need and love for early childhood literacy has me doing story times for children for over a decade now. I also dabble in photography. Yoga is my most recent thing, a journey rather. I continue to fantasize about a world with no boundaries over hot chai that helps me stay warm in foggy Northern California.

“I should not talk so much about myself if there were any body else whom I knew as well. Unfortunately, I am confined to this theme by the narrowness of my experience.” - Henry David Thoreau