Hi! Welcome to my humble blogabode! I will be your not-so-humble host. My name is Sreesha Divakaran and here’s a little bit about me:
I wrote my first “poem,” or as I would now call it, a silly little rhyme, when I was seven or eight. I don’t know what motivated me to write it, but I think it was the sudden surprise I felt when I realized that the first two lines rhymed with each other. Similar to the surprise babies feel when they roll over for the first time and wonder how they ended up in that position, staring at the bed or floor instead of the ceiling.
Later on, my writing journey took me from the good books of English teachers, to the vain soul-searching of teenagers, to dealing with some simmering-beneath-the-surface anger – often felt by conspiracy theorists and rockstars (I am, sadly, neither).
It was in 2008 that I was introduced by a friend (and former blogger) to the blogosphere. All the simmering-beneath-the-surface found a way to bubble up to the surface. My first post Planning v/s Impulsiveness was my passive aggressive attempt to annoy someone who believed in planning things out, whereas I was/am the impulsive one. Don’t judge me for that post, I was barely out of my teens when I wrote it!
In retrospect, most of my rants were hilarious, and in embarrassment I took most of them down, when I returned to blogging in 2013, like a phoenix rising from the – oh, who am I kidding! I returned to rant a bit more.
I also occasionally write at:
I also post my travel tales (sometimes too enthusiastically) on
That’s my blog story!
Disclaimer: As you’re on my blog, I feel I must warn you of certain things. I consider myself a non-conformist. I belong to no teams (except the feminist movement), and maintain a neutral stand when it comes to politics, religious debates, whathaveyou. But rest assured – I laugh at all teams/groups/gangs etc. If you feel offended, the close window button is on the top-right corner.
I strive to keep this blog family friendly*
I love comments, so keep them coming.
Also (because a lot of people ask me this): Petrichor means the smell of the earth after the rains. You’re welcome.
*And it is, most of the time. But if you’re a bigot, politician, misogynist, and/or any/all three – get off my page right now, as you make me angry. I am not family friendly when I am angry.