Author Info | - Some people grow up dreaming of becoming writers. I didn’t. I come from a world of equations, machines, and shop floors. I’m an engineer by training and a public sector employee by profession, working at BHEL — Bharat Heavy Electricals Limited. Writing wasn’t part of the plan. But it found its way to me.
I grew up in BHEL Township in Trichy, Tamil Nadu — a life built around discipline, simplicity, and deep rooted values. My father, a senior technician at BHEL, and my mother, the quiet spiritual anchor of our home, shaped every part of me. They didn’t give speeches. They gave me presence, care, and belief.
Appa was a man of action. He never forced his dreams on me, but quietly hoped I’d join BHEL. Not for the job title — but for what it meant: dignity and purpose. Years later, I walked the same shop floor he once did. Not just an employee — a continuation of his legacy.
Amma, with no formal training in psychology or philosophy, quietly mastered spiritual powers. Her belief in me wasn’t loud — it was steady. Her prayers and visualisations had a strange accuracy — she often saw things before I did.
If writing came late, reading came early. Books were my quiet companions. From Dale Carnegie to Karl Marx, from engineering manuals to mind power books, I read everything I could. Books didn’t just teach me — they gave me language, shaped my thinking, and helped me handle both failure and success.
This is my first book. It wasn’t born from ambition — but from reflection and gratitude. A way of honouring the small, powerful moments and the people behind them — especially my parents.
Today, I feel proud to call myself a writer. Not for the title — but for the joy of sharing, connecting, and preserving what truly matters.
To Amma and Appa — everything I am begins with you.
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