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This summer, I interned at The Hindu  a publication I grew up seeing on our dining table, folded beside my plate each morning, dense with headlines that often felt distant but important. Working there wasn’t just exciting; it was grounding. It gave me a front-row seat to how stories are shaped, not just by events, but by the people who tell them. I joined the features desk as a high school intern easily the youngest person in every newsroom meeting and dove headfirst into a w

I joined Viper Zine  as a writer in 9th grade, wide-eyed and slightly terrified of Google Docs comment threads. Back then, I submitted articles nervously, hoping my sentences wouldn’t be torn apart by edits or, worse, ignored completely. I still remember the thrill of seeing my first byline the sense that maybe my words mattered, even just a little. Two years later, I took over as Editor-in-Chief. Leading Viper Zine  in 11th grade was equal parts exciting and overwhelming. Su

When I first joined Nexteen, I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. I knew it was a student-led think tank a space for young people to engage with policy, governance, and social innovation but I didn’t yet realize how hands-on the work would be. Or how much we’d end up talking about sanitation infrastructure. As part of the policy team, I had the chance to work on a collaboration between Nexteen and Loocafe a Hyderabad-based social enterprise that transforms disused urban spa

In 6th grade, I attended school from the corner of my dining room table like most of my friends squinting at a screen that froze more often than not, scribbling notes between power cuts and WiFi drops. It was 2020, and what began as an extended summer vacation slowly morphed into the longest year of our lives. But as frustrating as my experience was, I realized it was a luxury. I had a device. I had internet. I had teachers trying to make the best of an impossible situation.

I wrote my first article for The Hans India  when I was 15. It was a piece on cognitive biases, something I had just started reading about in class and couldn’t stop thinking about. I didn’t expect much maybe that a few people would read it, maybe that I’d see my name in print just once. But two years later, I’m still writing for them. And somehow, the excitement hasn’t worn off. What started as a one-off article slowly became a regular column. I’ve written on everything from