Humans (Angels) of My Life- The Doctors!

Humans (Angels) of My Life- The Doctors!

It's been exactly a year since my craniotomy surgery and looking back at this day last year makes me feel like I really have been born again.

The updates Bhaskar sent to keep our local friends informed during my hospital stay are in this blog post here:

https://tumorsandtravels.blogspot.com/.../hospital...

I also feel that I have aged a decade just this past year. I am still struggling with constant headaches, eye aches, and lack of energy, most of which get unnoticed because they don't come with visible bruises.

An army of people have been there for me through this surgery and recovery. With all the positivity that surrounds me, I am hopeful that I will recover soon from all that continues to ail me. I just wanted to take this opportunity to thank the amazing doctors that have made this surgery and recovery possible.

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Without further ado, next on my series - Humans of my life- are the angels that showed up in my life just at the right time, disguised as doctors.

First, it was the team of ER doctors at St. Vincent's on Feb 16th, 2024. Dr. E and his two other colleagues made some strategic decisions that literally saved my life. They ordered a CT scan even though my symptoms aligned with a normal migraine. The MRI they originally suggested to be done at my convenience was later ordered while I was still in ER. If it weren't for their abundance of caution, my tumor wouldn't have been diagnosed in a timely manner. Knowing my resistance for any doctors visits or medical procedures, that MRI would have been indefinitely put off.

I sat with that initial diagnosis for more than a week before I could see a neurosurgeon. I didn't share the tumor news with my parents or extended family/friends, and I was very anxious about what that all meant. Then came Dr. R, through my storytelling circles, who introduced me to his neurosurgeon-friend, Dr. M. It was Dr. M that gave me the much-needed initial prognosis, the options and choices ahead of me, and most importantly the confidence that I will most likely be alright.

Then it was Dr. H. whom I only saw that day for the first time because my regular ophthalmologist was unavailable. Towards the end of my checkup, I casually mentioned my meningioma and the need for a surgery. She stopped typing up my prescription immediately, swiveled in her chair towards me and said- "you HAVE to see Dr. G". She showed the scars from her own brain surgery from five years ago and said Dr. G was the best of the lot.

A quick google search for Dr. G told me he was related to a dear friend. She was able to make an introduction, and, by that weekend, I had moved to Dr. G's care. Everywhere I went to, from MRI technicians to the administrative personnel, I heard lavish praises of Dr. G. Even the nurse who shaved parts of my head the night before surgery said Dr. G was the best. Though it all seemed comical and staged at one point, it filled me with immense respect and trust for Dr. G. I had visions of him dressed as Lord Rama, holding my hand and walking me to the other end of a busy road. One might argue that my visions were the effect of the 'good stuff' I was getting as part of pain medication,

Then there is the chair of radiation oncology at UW, Dr. RR, yet another connection that just literally knocked on my door exactly when I needed, via an Intel friend that I met with for the first time in months. Dr.RR patiently educated me on the pros and cons of going for traditional radiation as opposed to Proton Therapy and helped me make an informed decision.

Finally, radiation oncologist Dr. L, and her team of radiation technicians at Fred Hutch that made the 8 weeks of radiation treatment, away from home and family, seem bearable.

These angels, disguised as doctors, are the reason I was able to get through this past year. I will forever be indebted to every one of them.

I have one more individual to mention here - the unleashed dog that chased me this afternoon on NW Madrone street, twice. I have serious childhood trauma from dogs pouncing onto me and biting me, and I am still quite shaken by the whole incident. I am thankful that this dog did not undo the collective work of all my doctor angels, on the very day I got another lease on life only a year ago, though he nearly did just that.

04.30.24 Getting wheeled into surgrey

Ian at Fred Hutch Proton Center

Front desk ladies at Fred Hutch Proton Center

Dr. G the neurosurgeon, G for God!

Dr. H, the ophthalmologist

The dog that chased me twice, on 04.30.25

Humans of My Life- Malayavasini Aunty

Next on the "Humans of my life" series- Malayavasini Aunty!

You all might remember how I announced my first Telugu publication recently, shouted from every social media rooftop possible, in fact, :). There is a discussion of my story on a popular online platform called Vedika, this weekend, and I am unabashedly sharing info about that too. But this post is not about me or about my first publication.

It is about someone that has the following stats:

20+ Books

200+ Published essays

180+ AkaaSa vaaNi Radio speeches

30+ Awards

29 M.Phil. and 31 Ph.D. graduates 

Countless accolades

I have had the pleasure of knowing the retired Telugu department head at Andhra University, Acharya Kolavennu Malayavasini garu, for almost two decades. It is fortuitous that her younger son, Panini, and I were in the same research group in grad school, and now work for the same company in Portland. So, during their visits here, I have gotten to experience the amazing command she has over Telugu language. 

Despite this close association with her, I only came to know of her brilliance and the full suite of her accomplishments this past weekend, when she was awarded 'Sriramanavami Pratibha Puraskaram' at a felicitation ceremony hosted by Sanatana Dharma Charitable Trust in Hyderabad on April 5th, 2025.

Malayavasini aunty is one of the most humble and down to earth humans I have ever known. She has been one of my mentors whenever I dabbled with Telugu writing. She was the one to suggest the title for the song I wrote for Raaga's dance last summer. She authored nearly 500 of her own original writings, and yet, enthusiastically celebrated my first publication, showered me with her blessings, and made me feel as if I was on top of the world. 

Students at Portland Manabadi were fortunate to have her and her husband, Sri Kolavennu Vithal Murthy garu, as the chief guests for our first ever Snatakotsavam in the summer of 2019.

I just wanted to take this opportunity and congratulate aunty on this latest feather to her already crowed cap! My sincere gratitude to aunty for inspiring the younger generations, with not just her unsatiable thirst for knowledge, but also with how she conducts life! 

Mother: Mrs. Andra Chintamani garu, Telugu language enthusiast

Father: Mr. Andra Seshagirirao garu, Renowned writer and Editor

Education: 

BA (Hons): First Rank in Andhra ViSwa Kalaparishat

MA: Second Rank and Gold medal

Ph.D. Topic: Andhra Vaangmayam-Ramayanam

Post Dctoral research from Gujarat University

Occupation:

Started as a lecturer at Maris Stella Women's college in 1965

Advised Over 29 M.Phil, 31 Ph.D. students over four decades

Positions Held:

Andhra University Head of Telugu Department 

Andhra University Board of Studies Director

Andhra University Dean of Oriental Learning

Brahmi Editor

Visakha Sahiti Editor

Andhra Bhasha Samiti- President

Bharatiya SikshaNa Mandali Mahila Vibhagam- President

Visakha Sahiti - President

Board of studies member at:

Osmania Univ

Kakatiya Univ

Banaras Hindu Univ

Sambhalpur Univ

Sri Padmavati Univ

Writings on Ramayanam:

Andhra Janapada sahityam-Ramayanam

Andhra Vangmayamu-Ramayanamu

Vividha bharatiya bhaashalalO Ramayanamu

Ramayana gaathalu- andulO mahiLalu

Molla Ramayanam vyakhyanam

Contributions to TTD: 

Andhra Mahabharatam- virataparvam

Andhra Mahabhagavatam- daSamaskandam uttara bhaagampai vyakhyanam

annamayya aadhyaatmika kIrtanalapai vyakhyanam (rendu samputalu)

Awards and Recognitions:

AP Govt Best teacher award

Nellore- Kavitraya puraskaram

Delhi Telugu Academy Puraskaram

Adhikara bhasha sangham puraskaram

Tanuku- Nannaya Bhattaraka PeeTha Puraskaram

Bangalore- Sri Krishnadevaraya Sahiti Puraskaram

Gopavaram- Molla Sahiti puraskaram

1990-Andhra viswakala parishat- uttama parisodhaka puraskaram

1980, 2000, 2004- US visits to spread the significance of Telugu language

And many more!

Leela: Hummingbird #4027

 Leela: Hummingbird # 4027

I first saw Leela, a gorgeous little baby hummingbird, with luscious yellows and greens all over her body, near Taara's daycare, one crisp November morning. A nice lady attending to her told me that she saw her flying right into the large glass window and falling down. I quickly moved on, trying to get my day going. As I walked back after dropping Taara off, however, I found her lying on the ground, alone, and I could not help but get a closer look. She was not dead! There was movement, though very faint, and she certainly was in a bad shape. 

I took a picture of her, shared it in my family's whatsapp group, and reluctantly headed to my car to get to work, mentally justifying my abandoning the poor bird with my impending work meeting but failing to convince even myself with that excuse. Just then, my phone chimed. "If she is still moving, you should do something about it"- opined my teen. That was the push I needed. I got off the car, ran back to the daycare and procured an empty box and some paper towels. "You know they don't usually survive after an injury like that, we tried a few times but they always died" - the daycare admin wasn't as optmistic as I was.

 As I was transferring the birdie into the box, I heard her make some of the most beautiful and innocent humming sounds I have heard in my life! I felt as if she was talking to me! I put her on the narrow space between the driver's seat and the back seat and drove the 6 miles to the Audobon society (recently renamed Bird Alliance) as quickly but smoothly as possible. She didn't make a sound during the drive and I began to worry. I instinctively sang laali laali, the lullaby I sang to both my children when they were babies- I still do on some of the rough nights. If nothing else, singing that song calmed my own nerves. That's when I decided to give her the name Leela, the palindrome of Laali. It immediately made me content, it felt like the right thing to do to call her Leela. I kept assuring her that she will be ok.

When I reached the venue, I found Leela not moving. My heart sank. I went inside the rescue center anyway, with Leela inside the empty box that once had granola bars. I filled the form as quickly as possible, and rang the bell, teary eyed. Took another video of Leela, sent to family group- "Leela is not moving :(". The vet came and asked me some questions, and took Leela in. He said I could wait while they triaged her. 

The next five minutes felt like an eternity. I tried to think about the what-ifs. What if I brought her there 5min sooner instead of wasting time contemplating? What if I left her there instead of picking her up and inadvertently injuring and/or shocking her more? I found it unfathomable that the sweet little humming I heard mere minutes ago would be her last. 

The vet opened the door and told me that Leela had just taken a nice flight around the clinic! Leela survived! I couldn't believe my ears! I was ecstatic! I think I might have hugged the vet! I sheepishly asked if I could get a video of her. My request was declined, these devices apparently scare the already shocked little birdies. They promised to send me an update in a week's time.

That moment was the highlight of my week. Both my girls were excited to see all of Leela's pictures and videos I took. My little one shared stories of Leela's rescue with all her friends at daycare. I too sent a message to the admin and she was genuinely happy to hear of Leela's success story. Through various Thanksgiving gatherings, family outings and dinner table conversations, Leela made for the happiest of my thoughts. I truly wish that's where my story of Leela ended.

Yesterday, while I was eating lunch with my girls, I heard my phone alert. It was an email from the Bird Alliance folks. Leela died on that Monday night. I am heartbroken eversince. My eyes well up as I type this. 

"At least she experienced all that love and warmth from you and the vet on her last day"- my teen attempted to comfort me. From the fall to the rescue, from being motionless to taking a happy flight, from a beautiful song to eternal silence, what a roller coaster it has been! Such is life!

Two decades to dreams coming true!!

Making a list of things I'd buy with my first salary was something I did from when I was like 7. Even as a child, I was seriously obsessed with having my own source of income. 

By the time I turned 13, my fascination for having my own job hit an all time high. I applied for a job that I saw in the newspaper- they were impressed with my enthusiasm, but asked me to come back later when I am older, in like 5 years. I considered a few other options- like working at stores or restaurants, but it wasn't something kids of any age did at the time, let alone a 13yr old girl like me. I thought hard and narrowed my options down to just one- tutoring math at the school next door!

I wrote a proper letter to the school principal, using the format of letter-writing my Hindi teacher had just taught us at school, and infusing all the English words I knew at that time as a Telugu-medium student. The principal of the school called me for an interview and hired me immediately! I started teaching there the very next day!

The next 30days were amazing! I put my heart and soul into teaching those 6th and 7th graders! I was on cloud nine! It felt too good to be true- I have a job and I am an employee! A pair of anklets, a new school uniform, hair clips and cosmetics were the regulars in my ever changing list of things I planned to buy with that first paycheck.

It all turned anticlimactic when the principal coolly told me that I was doing a great job 'volunteering '. It was not like I was tutoring because I was exceptional in math. 

Maybe I was, but that is besides point. The only reason I was tutoring was because I needed to get paid, so I could buy all the things on my list. I quit that day.

I had to wait until I turned 20 before I had a real opportunity to bring home a paycheck- my visit to US for gradschool! I got paid $500.50 that first pay period for being a research assistant with Dr.Palanki in the Department of Chemical engineering. Dr. Palanki is also the reason why I am a Dr Vemuri today. He encouraged me to not stop with a masters and to pursue Ph.D. Being a fellow South Indian Telugu person, he even bribed me with idly/sambar if I stayed for ph.d.!

I have Dr. Palanki and the Ph.D. I got upon his insistence to thank for, for the first corporate paycheck I got from Intel Corporation. I don't remember now what my list had at that time, but remember being ridiculously happy!

Speaking of ridiculous happiness, today, June 7th, marks the 20th anniversary of another ridiculously happy moment for me- my first day at Intel, my very first employer after completing my formal education. Today, I got to celebrate the occasion with some of my very best friends that have been with me throughout these past 20 years. Somewhere between ages 13 and 44, I transitioned from simply wanting to earn a paycheck to be able to afford a wishlist, to one that is eternally grateful. From the first interviewer at Niha Communications in Hydarabad, to every single friend and acquaintance that motivated me in my career, thank you for paving the path to my financial independence!

Cheers with Joel and Karen

They all let me have my mojito mixing moment- cilanto and jalapeño mojito that I made was consumed in silence :)

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Beautiful lights in the sky to mark the occasion!

The end of an era

For a person as insanely impulsive as I am, I have rarely looked back. For things big and small, life-altering and mundane, I generally go with the flow, and don't ponder much. However, for the past 14 days, I am carrying an enormous regret, and I am attempting to put my feelings in words in the hope that I find a path forward from this guilt.

I'd been working on a Telugu song. I was about half way there, and babayyagaru (dear uncle) was at the top of my list of mentors to talk to as soon as I got done with the first draft. On Tuesday, April 2nd, I got a friend's request from his Facebook account. I was hustling the girls out the door for school when I saw it, accepted it instantly, knowing that I was going to pick up the phone and talk to him that weekend. On Friday, April 5th, he passed away. I have been in denial ever since, and have blocked my mind from opening the floodgates of sadness, regret and guilt.

It was the summer of 2021, easily some of the darkest days for my family, having lost both my in-laws to Covid. We were processing the grief, desperately looking for any sign of light to pin our hopes to. The moment my sister casually mentioned the name of his son and the fact that he worked for Intel, hope and positivity hit me like the first rays of sun after a cold and dark night. I animatedly looked him up and reached out to him on Intel Teams.

"I am a big fan of your dad's work. Do you live in Portland? Is your dad with you? Can I meet with him? Can I invite him over for dinner? Can he talk to my children? Can he visit our school? OMG, can he be the chief guest for the Telugu school graduation ceremony?"

Thus went my initial messages to his son. I was deflated to learn that neither babayyagaru himself nor his son lived in Portland anymore, and that they were both back in Hyderabad. My disappointment was quickly replaced by my excitement for plan B with him:

"Can I talk to him on phone? Can I tell him how much I admired his work, growing up? Can I do an online interview with him? Host a YouTube show?"

I then embarked on a literary journey that will forever remain in my fondest memories. For almost eight weeks, I talked to him every day. I got to know how he wore his heart on his sleeve. I experienced his unparalleled command of Telugu language and his rib-tickling wit. I learnt the tragic story of how he lost his father, and about how for over a decade he had been living in the fond memories of his beloved wife, proud of all that she meant for him and his children. 

In those couple of months, I went from just being a fangirl of the veteran newsreader Shanti Swarup garu, to addressing him as babayyagaru, and meaning it with all my heart. I even got to meet with him on my last trip to India and take his blessings. Oh how I wish I could pick up the phone and talk to him, just one more time! How I wish I could tell him just how much those months of our daily interactions meant to me! How I wish I finished editing all of my videos with him and shared the youtube links with him! This guilt has been eating me up. I know one thing for sure. Heaven's just got richer in Telugu and smarter from his flawless news reporting. 

ఐదులు పదిచేస్తూ ...కైమోడ్పులు I fold my fives into ten with respect- A phrase he taught me.

So long, babayyagaru!

Separation

On Friday, 3/31/23, I handed my badge and laptop and separated from Intel. With no personal devices other than my glitchy cell phone that barely lets me make phone calls and nothing else, I have been on a forced digital detox since then, and that has given me a lot of time for reflection. 

If a crystal ball told me on my first day at Intel that I would accomplish all that I have now, 19 years later, I'd be mighty pleased.  I have had my share of engineering innovations, problem solving, training, leadership and relationship building experiences to be proud of. However, it is my earliest days as an RCG that I most fondly reminisce. I was the 6th overall and the first Indian female engineer in the ~100 member team of Lithography when I joined. I was all of four years old in this country at that point, and I was the definition of naïve.  My trainer on the night shift convinced me that I had to load the wafers on the left port on odd weeks and on the right side on even weeks. It took me two months to figure out that it was all a prank. An alarm popped up on a machine I was working on- "Your wafer is broken. Press OK to Continue". Only after my frantic call to my manager did I realize that it was all a setup. Thankfully I was not alone. Another new engineer was summoned to the sub-fab to respond to a major DI water leak he never found. To this day, he is nicknamed DI. I still laugh out loud when I think of the engineer that called for wafers by standing in front of the stocker and clapping three times.

I remember our RCG game nights every weekend. It was common for some of us on call to step away from our games to answer pages from work. We'd have every engineer's and GL's desk phone numbers memorized. Each of us wore that pager proudly on our waist as a badge of honor. 

As the years passed, Some of us singles got hitched, the married ones had kids, we all bought homes, and the weekend hangouts dwindled. In due course, some of us became group leaders, individual contributors, focus team chairs and more. We all just grew older in all respects.

I spent my last few days at Intel going through the million emails I had in my Outlook. My earliest emails to my manager were verbose and in need of his constant validation.  After a while, they became concise and confident, and eventually had the command and authority of a seasoned engineer. It is fascinating seeing my professional growth pixelated in those emails.

I am immensely grateful for everyone at Intel that influenced me, directly or indirectly, and helped me navigate my 19 Intel years and nurtured my growth, through pranks or otherwise. Some of my best friends are still at Intel, doing some of the coolest innovations to shape the future world, and I will always be rooting for Team Intel. As emotional as I get when I consider that I am now ex-Intel,  I am thrilled for another shot at bringing out the inner child in me, and reliving the exciting days of a newbie at my next career venture!

06/07/2004, First day of work, picture clicked by my mom

03/31/2023, Last day of work, Picture clicked by my oldest daughter

Moments before handing off that badge at Intel, Ronler Acres

Badge, an honor and a privilege

Humans of my life- My Mom!

Humans of my life- My mom

Kalpavalli Vemuri

In every untenable situation I am in, and it seems as if I am in a lot of them lately, I look to my mom and I immediately see a path forward. She is not only the most positive person I know, she is also the most righteous I know, and I could not have asked for a better inspiration for my life!

Today, my mom turned 70. I could not go to India and celebrate this very special day with her, but she's all I have been thinking about, literally, for the past few days, as I attempted my first ever Telugu poetry describing the phenomenal individual she is.

I knew I wanted to write something in her honor and the first thought that came to my mind was Goddess Lakshmi, the one with eight forms to give us strength in eight different contexts of life. I decided to go with eight poems describing the way my mom gives us strength in our lives. An octet! Ashtapadi! I got super excited! The only trouble is- I never wrote any poems per meter, Telugu or English, and to accomplish 8 poems incorporating my mom's traits, in perfect meter, under two weeks, felt just as daunting as it is exhilarating.

I turned to my Telugu mentor, @Madhira Murthy garu who taught me the basics of Aataveladi (analogous to haiku) meter, suggested adding a makutam (the repeating last line of each poem), and most importantly, infused the confidence I needed to take a stab at it. With his continuous support with spell-checking, meter-checking, and proof-reading, I wrapped up the eight poems with just a few hours to spare before it was Jan 16th in India.

Here's the result:

అష్టలక్ష్ములకు ప్రతీక అయిన అమ్మకి,

సూర్యునిచుట్టూ భ్రమణాలను ఏడుపదులసార్లు అద్భుతంగా పూర్తిచేసి ఎనిమదవ దశకంలోకి అడుగిడుతున్న శుభసందర్భములో ఈ ఆటవెలది అష్టపదుల అక్షరసుమాంజలి!

ప్రేమతో,

జ్యోతి

*ఆదిలక్ష్మి:*

ఆదిలక్ష్మి పుట్టెనైదవ చూలులో

తండ్రి నారసింహ తల్లి అమల

పెంచె కాకినాట ప్రేమగ యామెను

కల్పకంబు తల్లి కల్పవల్లి

*ధనలక్ష్మి:*

తనది కాని సొమ్ము తనకు వలదనెను

పరుగిడె వడివడిగ పరుల సేవ కొరకు

ఒరుల హితమె ధనము ఓర్పుయే నిధియనె

కల్పకంబు తల్లి కల్పవల్లి

*ధాన్యలక్ష్మి:*

శ్రీపతికి పతికిను స్త్రీలు గోవులకును

పిల్ల పెద్ద బడుగు బీదలకును

పెట్టు అన్నపూర్ణ పెక్కు సంతసమున

కల్పకంబు తల్లి కల్పవల్లి

*గజలక్ష్మి:*

వీధికుక్కల కని విలవిలబోవును

చేతనైన హితము జేసె సతము

ఐదడుగులె కాని ఐరావతంబేను

కల్పకంబు తల్లి కల్పవల్లి

*సంతానలక్ష్మి:*

పాప వలెనె ఆడిపాడె పిల్లలతోడ

స్వాతివెలుగులైరి సవిత హసిత

యజ్ఞజోతలాయెననురాగ తారలు

కల్పకంబు తల్లి కల్పవల్లి

*ధైర్యలక్ష్మి:*

ఓర్చలేని కలతలుండవనెనిలను

ధర్మనిరతియె తన ధైర్యమనుచు

హనుమకు బలమునిడు నభయమహాలక్ష్మి

కల్పకంబు తల్లి కల్పవల్లి

*విజయలక్ష్మి:*

విజయమునకు నాంది విశ్వాసమని పల్కు

కార్యసిద్ధినొసగు కదలని మది

సానుకూలత దరి సాకారము కలలు

కల్పకంబు తల్లి కల్పవల్లి

*విద్యాలక్ష్మి:*

పట్టుబట్టి చదివె ప్రతికూలమైనను

వాటుసాపువాడి వాడి పెంచె

ఏడుపదులలోను ఈ నిత్య విద్యార్థి

కల్పకంబు తల్లి కల్పవల్లి

Translation:

1. Adilakshmi (The first Goddess)

Born to mom Amalavati, and dad Narasimharao as their fifth child and the first of five daughters, she was raised with immense love, and was nicknamed Kalpakam, the wonder tree that gives you everything you ever ask for.

2. Dhanalakshmi (The Goddess of wealth)

She never once coveted the riches of others. She never once hesitated to run to the aid of the needy. She believes that there's no greater wealth than the wellbeing of those around her and that there's no bigger treasure than her patience that can handle any difficult situations in life.

3. Dhanyalakshmi (The Goddess of food and harvest)

Whether offering food to God, her husband, women or men, kids or the elderly, rich or poor, servants or cattle, she's always serving them with the same love and care, regardless of her health or the time of the day.

4. Gajalakshmi (The Goddess of animal wealth)

When she sees stray animals struggling on the streets, she does not sit still until she does what she can to soothe them. She's not even five feet in height but her kind heart is larger than lord Indra's elephant Airavatam.

5. Santanalakshmi (The Goddess of progeny)

Her older daughter Swathi married Ravi and has two daughters Savitha and Hasitha. Her younger daughter Yagna Jyothy married Bhaskar and has two daughters of her own, Raaga and Taara. Whenever she is with children, she becomes one of them.

6. Dhairyalakshmi (The Goddess of courage)

She breathes the empowering concept that we will only ever face the kind of difficulties we are capable of wading through. She is the living example that the biggest strength we can have is the one we get from living righteously. It is with the strength of her enormous will power and goodness of heart that she has become the biggest strength of even her husband, a namesake of Hanuman, the lord of strength!

7. Vijayalakshmi (The Goddess of success)

She believes that the first step towards victory is optimism. There isn't a dream in this world that cannot be fulfilled with positive attitude and unwavering focus.

8. Vidyalakshmi (The Goddess of education)

She grew up in a society that did not think that girls needed higher education. She challenged the status quo and secretly went for college education with the help of her older brothers. Age is just a number for her, for she is on top of the gadgets and technology, whether she is keeping in touch with friends and family over whatsapp, paying bills with GPay or booking herself a cab on Uber. She is learning music, and Bhagvad Gita when she is not updating herself with the technology, she is always reading or reciting every second of the day, and is a role model for the relentlessness needed in every student.