When Sakshi was a young girl, she dreamt to have dreams. The world was a blank canvas and she wished to hold the paintbrush.

But her hands could never hold onto the dead wood – so she held a pen. And she tried to bring the pen to life.

Now, Sakshi is older – and the journey has morphed into an adventure. So, while she still dreams the same old dream, she also holds onto her end of reality.

This isn’t the first beginning for her, nor will it be the last – but she hopes, as she has done with all the beginnings before, to best paint this canvas.

She is I, and I am her.