As a young architecture student, I was captivated by the stories whispered by old historical buildings. While sketching in pen and ink, I often found myself daydreaming. The interplay of people, spaces, and activities wove intricate narratives in my mind. Sometimes it was nostalgia; other times, it was the unspoken social etiquette and behaviors of a bygone era that painted these stories. I was endlessly curious—did the people shape the space, or did the space shape the people?

In my final year, I chose a bold and ambitious thesis: a Museum of Indian Cinema and Film City. I hoped this exploration might uncover the answers I sought. Along the way, I discovered a community of local independent filmmakers and artists. They opened a door to a world where, for the first time, I felt I had found my tribe—a group of people who asked the same existential questions I did: about existence, philosophy, psychology, history, science, and even God. Architecture taught me to see the world as interconnected layers, each space with its own story—much like films bring characters and their worlds to life. Movies taught me that while people might seem different on the surface, deep down we all share the same longing to be loved and accepted.

As I moved from one film set to another, immersing myself in different departments, I realized that filmmaking is more than a profession—it is a way of life. It demands curiosity, constant learning, growth, and transformation. It isn’t only about the final product; it’s about the journey, the process, and the relentless pursuit of honest storytelling across mediums. This became my way of life. Today, I am not just a filmmaker—I am a seeker of stories.