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maithreyi 'ray' shankar

maithreyi 'ray' shankar:

21.
studying human development and psychology @ Harvard  
USC Trojan '13

striving to become a hurricane of eloquence & social change.

but how did i get here?

i was born to a simple tech/tamil brahmin family in mumbai, maharashtra. INDIA.

the hospital was the same one used for mine, my brother's, my cousins' births except for one glaring exception. that hospital represents our lives--journeys. facing a train that always was ephemeral. a fashion store on one side. life buzzing. ghatkopar.

my birth was linked to my aunt's engagement party. the night before i came to the world, my aunt and uncle became my aunt and uncle. that idea was born. the family was born. just as the cars left town, my mom had to turn around. i was en route, and eager!

this theme of waiting for the right moment to EXPLODE onto the stage is something so natural to me, i cannot explain. i do it again and again to the point where most do not realize i was waiting or hibernating at all. it is sheer instinct. like the instinctual love i have for the texture of wax crayons on rough paper. like the scent of fall memorizing and intoxicating me. 

tbc sooon! stay tuned!
xoxo,
Ray :)



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