My Story

By age 19 I’d amassed awards in speaking, writing and classical violin, and was two semesters shy of a double-major in physics and philosophy. The hitch was that I couldn’t stop trying to kill myself. When the College of William and Mary mandated medical leave, my first-generation Indian parents sat in front of Google until I’d exhausted every imaginable form of therapy except some strange, old white man in the backwoods of Georgia that calls himself “The Real Love Company.” This man, Greg Baer, taught me about unconditional love. More importantly, he loved me like a daughter. Still does. (Read about his work here.)

Somehow love helped.

Two years later I married Oliver, an irreligious, born-and-raised New-Yorker, in Greg’s living room. Two years after that I learned that not only does Greg love me, but Jesus does, too. I set aside my past of Hinduism and atheism and was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.

Oliver and I now raise our three-year-old daughter, Zoe, in the suburbs of Connecticut. We are expecting another daughter in September.

I strive to become a better person and document the process on this blog. I hope my foibles inspire you on your own path.




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