Uncurled from Within!

If I could sketch my soul, it would spill like this illustration:
a storm of dreams and feelings, swirling in infinite colors,
tangled, cosmic, wild, endlessly reaching for meaning.
Feeling deeply and dreaming endlessly..
Yep, you’re peeking into my universe!

Hey
beautiful
soul,
glad
you
landed
here!

I’m Vijaya 🙂

An Earthian. A Human. A Curly head. I’m a woman and I am obsessed with “Black” and not “Pink!” Sure, I may look like a deep, serious soul around here but trust me, my heart’s all rainbow and wild skies.

I’m an astrophile, drawn to the universe: The Sun, my faraway love; the Earth, my patient home, my grounding truth; and the skies, rains, and shorelines keep my soul alive.

I’m someone who feels deeply. Empathy is a big part of who I am. I notice, absorb, and hold space for what others carry quietly.

Some days I wander too deep into my thoughts; some days I just sit with silence. Both teach me something. I’m a deep soul, yeah. But I also laugh too much. I am a chatterbox. I wear my heart on my sleeve. I fall apart over a missed sunset. And when things actually fall apart, I turn into stone. I fall over nothing. I’m clumsy. I’m raw. I hug with all my heart. I’m messy, and I am real.

This is me, in a nutshell.
Wanna dig deeper? Go ahead, scroll down.

My Roots

I come from a small town cradled in the hills of Maharashtra, India. A place not short of heavens. Where clouds wander through skies like old souls, brushing rooftops, trees, and the quiet hearts of people as grounded and beautiful as the land itself. Raw. Real. Rooted.

I’m a country girl at heart, raised on grounded values and quiet strength. My roots run deep, and my approach to life is simple. I’ve always been a blend of traditional and modern. Someone who deeply respects where she comes from, yet walks hand in hand with the modern world.

Eventually, I settled by the sea, in the fast pulse of Mumbai, the city of dreams. A contrast to my hometown, yet a mirror to my own longing for more.

Education & Profession

Though I spent years studying computer sciences, I always sensed I was meant for something more. Something that didn’t just rely on codes and formulas,but on color, feeling, rhythm. A field where I could create, not just compute.

I now live and work in the realm of creativity, where art meets meaning, and emotion meets expression. For me, design is not just about visuals it’s about telling the truth softly, with form and feeling.

Family & Values

I come from a big, loving family. A home where values were passed through gestures more than words. Where I was taught to value people, presence, and the quiet strength of showing up.

The walls I grew up within didn’t echo societal norms. They never defined my worth by my gender. They didn’t hand me a handbook of what a woman should or shouldn’t be. There was no hierarchy to follow. Only love to live by. It wasn’t until I stepped out into the world that I realized just how rare and radical that kind of freedom was.

My Becoming

When I left the safety of home to chase the horizons of my dreams, I met a world that questioned me, labeled me, judged me, tried to shrink me. I met resistance, confusion, noise. But through it all, I kept moving. Falling. Unlearning. Healing. And slowly, I was becoming.

Each chapter of my life revealed colors I hadn’t seen before, and questions I didn’t even know I was holding: Who am I beyond what the world tells me to be? What does it mean to be a woman, a mother, a soul living in skin? What do I hold sacred, and what must I unlearn?

Today, I don’t have all the answers. But I carry the questions with reverence. And I write because writing has always been my way of listening back to life.

I wasn’t sure if I should bring these thoughts into the world. Whether the internet was the right place for something this tender, this personal. But after sitting with it, turning it over, I knew, I’m not here to polish my pain or to prove anything. I am here to say it out loud, finally.. what’s been stayed too long inside of me..

And I know the voices calling me from within are not mine alone. These are the muffled voices of many and they deserve to be heard.

So here I am. Not finished. Not flawless. Imperfect, yes. But real, raw.
 Uncurling the knots life left behind, with tenderness, not urgency.

—Vii 🙂 

Movie Scenes That Breathe My Feelings


Interstellar (2014)

There’s a moment in Interstellar that always stays with me. When Cooper sits before the screen, watching decades of messages from his children. His eyes hold everything: grief, love, and the weight of lost time. How painful it must be, witnessing your children grow older without you, their faces changing, their laughter fading into the distance, while you remain suspended light-years away. That promise to come home starts to waver, tangled in the cruel tricks of relativity. Maybe there’s regret too, for ever leaving Earth, for walking away from all that truly mattered.

And then, later, the other moment, when Cooper drifts into the tesseract, a five-dimensional space, calling out for Murph. His voice trembles through time, thick with longing and the helpless ache of a father reaching through the impossible. That scene captures something so raw, so human. The desperate pull between the vastness of the unknown and the warmth of home. 

Both moments carry the same heartbeat: LOVE! Not the fleeting kind, but something deeper, elemental. A force that transcends time and distance, refusing to be silenced. Maybe Dr. Brand was right! Love isn’t bound by dimensions. It’s what keeps us tethered when everything else drifts away.

These scenes remind me of what I value most. Connection, Emotion, and the quiet gravity of Love that holds us together no matter how far we go. They remind me that at the end of every journey, what we’re all really trying to find… is HOME!



Gravity (2013)

That final scene in Gravity where Ryan crawls onto the shore, drenched and shaking, and clutches the mud moves me beyond words. The way she clutches it says more than any words ever could.

There’s such humbleness in that moment, a silent thank you whispered into the Earth. It reminds me how precious it is to belong here on Earth, to feel the pull of gravity. It reminds me how blessed we are just to stand here, to feel grass, the soil underfoot, to have wind kiss our faces, and to breathe air that smells of rain and soil. It’s more than survival; it’s love! And in that fragile, muddy embrace, I see the most honest expression of what it means to belong here, and that’s exactly how I feel about this beautiful place we get to belong to, our home, our Earth!

This planet is not just home, it’s a living, breathing miracle, and I’m endlessly grateful to be the tiniest, fleeting part of its vast, beautiful story.