I didn’t start out as a writer. I started with microscopes.

I studied biotechnology, moved on to tissue engineering, and spent my early professional time as an embryologist — working in environments where precision matters, data doesn’t lie, and assumptions are quickly corrected. Over time, my love for writing found its way in. I moved from microscopes to keyboards, from hardcore tech to creating share-worthy content. I learned how words behave once they leave your screen and enter other people’s lives. Different tools, same instinct: observe first, write later.

Then life handed me a new syllabus — messy, unscripted, and entirely optional. After the birth of my daughter, the best material wasn’t something I researched. It was something I was living, often in real time. That’s when my writing became more personal. Less polished. More truthful.