Sohini often complains to her friends about living with the instincts of a dog that’s stuck with feline aspirations. She would like to be cat-cool, roll her eyes at bumbling humans, and maybe even express her disappointment with the world in a mic-drop walkaway moment. But cursed with chronic optimism and that big urge to bark — uh, write — she has instead chosen to live life with the risky magic of ink and hope.
There have been challenges. Having started her career in the newsroom of a city daily, her faith in most things, including the sanctity of sleep cycles, was promptly questioned. (Un)fortunately, the reality check was balanced out by encounters with strangers in faraway lands, whose language she could neither write nor speak when she put on the nomadic hat as an assistant editor at a travel magazine. For two years, she cemented her love for all things culture — writing and editing copy on music, art, food and other happy pills.
So what is she doing in a speak-out-loud space like OZY? Getting better at speaking out loud, of course. And hopefully, in the process, lending her own reserve of faith in the “Good Sh*t” to the cat version of reality. Don’t believe her? Take a walk with the luminous tunes of Highasakite, Oh Wonder, Novo Amor, Phoebe Bridgers, or Rachel Sermanni. You’re welcome.