Hi! Thank you for taking the time to be here.

I am Jaya, and my favorite color is orange and not green. I listen to a lot of folk-pop and indie music. I usually put a song on loop (sometimes for weeks) until I am absolutely tired of it before jumping on to the next one. I like reading - usually fiction, but lately I'm finding myself gravitating towards the non-fiction and the self-help books. I am a terrible singer and a decent dancer. I used to enjoy cooking but after burning an endless number of dishes, I've sort of given up on it. I can't stay awake past eleven at night (unless I'm working or partying). I love the colors in which the sky splits at the sunrise. I love the white sand beaches, and the sound of waves hitting the rocks in silent nights of tiny islands. I love late night strolls, and early morning walks. I love cats, as well as dogs. I am terrified of spiders and snakes.

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In "the dumb house", John Burnside said, "The trick and the beauty of language is that it seems to order the whole universe, misleading us into believing that we live in sight of a rational space, a possible harmony." Since always I have had trouble with self expression. To be able to put into words what is in my head in the same exactness. But language has always failed me, or perhaps it is the other way around. I wish for a utopian world like that of John Wyndham in The Chrysalids. I am often asked what superpower would I choose if given such a choice. And although flying, and disappearing, and laser beam eyes are so cool and fun, I'd choose telepathy. Membranes of thoughts colliding and fusing with each other leaving no space for confusion, suspicion, or betrayal. That's my utopia. To not be stunted by grammar, or words, or translation. 

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As helpless as language makes me feel, it is what has brought respite too. Nothing feels better than being understood. Although not perfect, language has been the most beautiful thing that I have learnt yet. And through it, I share more of myself with you. 

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"If you see me then I prayed correctly" - Ocean Vuong, Time Is A Mother.