Today.. I choose to live

About me

I am a 20 something woman who loves nothing more than holing up in her room, armed with a hot cup of coffee and a diary and scribbling down every little thing she sees, or feels. Yes, diary because I am old-fashioned and it's oddly more satisfying to tear pages and throw it into the bin, instead of backspacing the thought as though it never existed. Oh, I am also a lawyer, the sine qua non of everyone's story. You fell in love? You fell out of love? He loved you, never married you, and had a son with you who he never accepted? You want to open the business of your dreams? Perhaps you want to pass your family business down to your daughter? Be my guest. And pay me by letting me be a part of your story. A few dollars to buy bread would be great too, yes.

I've tried my hand at several different things in my life, but my teenage hobby of 'cracking jokes' and the occasional compliment about having a sense of humour culminated into a verified Facebook page, 'The Ministry of Humor.' As the chief content creator, I went by one single rule I set for myself- whoever visits my page must go back with a smile on their face. The passion project was wildly successful with about 300,000 likes, and an engagement that went up to a million. I pursued that passion for six years, until I decided I wanted to learn more, and explore more of what the world had to offer.

If I had to describe myself in one word- it'd probably be curious. It's not enough for me to know a few adjectives about someone. Sure, you're beautiful, you're courageous, you're honest, you're clever. But I want to know how you relive the summer of 1997 when your favourite music plays. I want to know how you dance when no one's watching. I want to know what you see when you look at yourself in the mirror. I want to know your story. As a writer, I draw from the wealth of my observations. How the shopkeeper smiled when you asked him to keep the change, how the little boy surreptitiously pocketed the dollar bill you had purposely dropped on a busy street five minutes ago, or how the old woman sighed after she cleared her late son's name by winning a long drawn court case. I want to tell you stories that deserve to be told. As my mother described me as a child- cherubic, adorable, naughty, and frustratingly curious. My write-ups would agree.

-Sreyasi Verma