About me




The desire was always there to create magic with words
The quest was always there to explore what they could conjure,
The vision was always there to  write something meaningful,

Yet I held back, stopping the words even as they wanted to flow
I am glad that the dam broke and the ink started flowing 
This blog is simply put an effort to conjure, my thoughts into words.
If you do like it, please join me in my Journey.


I am Meera Venkatesan, a storyteller and Learning specialist, always on the look out for new discoveries and new understanding, both within and outside myself

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