Soul-Stirring Obsession: A Thousand Splendid Suns isn’t just a book—it’s my emotional compass, a story that reshaped how I see resilience and humanity.
Brain-Bending Expeditions: Currently devouring The Three-Body Problem trilogy, where I teleport between cosmic mysteries and existential riddles. My bookshelf? A time machine: science fiction for tomorrow’s dilemmas, historical fiction for yesterday’s whispers, and philosophical deep dives to decode life’s cheat codes.
Secret Superpower: I dissect fluid dynamics research papers like they’re thrillers. Why? Because turbulence isn’t just chaos—it’s poetry in motion. (Yes, I’ve debated Reynolds numbers at parties. People love it.)
Biryani Whisperer: My Hyderabadi Dum Biryani isn’t cooked—it’s orchestrated. Layers of saffron, patience, and ancestral secrets. Rumor has it, my recipe could broker world peace.
Culinary Mad Scientist: I fuse South Indian staples with global twists—think masala dosa tacos or cardamom-infused crème brûlée. My kitchen? A lab where chaat masala collides with kimchi. (No explosion yet, just Michelin-worthy side-eyes.)
Zen of Meal Prep: I balance indulgence and wellness like a Jedi. Weekly menus? A South Indian Ayurvedic matrix—turmeric lattes, fermented wonders, and portion-controlled bliss.
Light Pollution Vigilante: By night, I battle urban glow—one light pollution map at a time—to reclaim the sky’s stolen constellations. (Call me a superhero with a star chart.)
Stargazing Nomad: Armed with Stellarium and NASA apps, I’ve tracked everything from Orion’s belt to SpaceX’s Starlink parade. My hobby? Turning coffee into all-nighters under the Milky Way.
Space Agency Groupie: I binge-watch rocket launches like Netflix. Artemis missions, Starship prototypes, Chandrayaan landings—I cheer louder for ISRO than most do for sports teams. (Mars colonies, take my resume.)
Interstellar Addict: Nolan’s Interstellar isn’t just a movie—it’s my religion. I’ve dissected its physics loopholes, cried over Murph’s bookshelf, and low-key believe TARS should run for president. (Hans Zimmer’s score is my productivity soundtrack.)
Mandalorian Mercenary: I binge The Mandalorian like I’m collecting Beskar steel. Baby Yoda? My spirit animal. Pro tip: I’ve perfected the art of debating “This is the Way” while meal-prepping biryani.
Zen Hiker: I trade screens for serene trails—think mist-cloaked mountains, emerald forests, and rivers that hum lullabies. My happy place? Anywhere the Wi-Fi is weak and the views are 4K.
Nature’s Spy: I’ve mastered the art of silent hiking—partly to spot wildlife, partly to out-sneak noisy tourists. (Spoiler: I’ve befriended more squirrels than people.)
Survivalist Lite: My backpack? A survival kit: trail mix, a compass, and a dog-eared copy of Cosmos for impromptu philosophy sessions on hilltops.
I don’t just have hobbies—I inhabit them. Whether I’m reverse-engineering a black hole’s math, sneaking garam masala into a French pastry, geeking out over spacetime in Interstellar, or debating the ethics of droid sentience on a mountain peak, I’m proof that curiosity is the ultimate lifestyle.
P.S. I also make a mean chai. Cosmic conversations optional but encouraged. 🌌✨
Think we’d vibe? Let’s debate quantum physics, swap biryani recipes, or plan a stargazing hike. No pressure.