I’m your typical,extremely absent-minded, girl-next-door, who shifts residences before you can blink. The name is Sandhya Ramesh. Someone once called me Sandy when I was two days old, and it stuck. Seven different people claim credit for it. I have a new-found love for coffee, and an eternal longing for a collie. I have the attention span of a flowering plant, I like being around people. I love traveling. I love the oxford comma more. I keep at least thirty-one drafts in my email, and fifteen in this blog at any given time. My mind is a clutter of incoherent thoughts and my babbling mostly reflects that. I pass off my bragging as self-deprecating humor, and suffer from bouts of insomnia. I haven’t found my favorite genre of writing yet, so please be patient with me. If you have opinions, suggestions, or just general remarks, do leave a comment. Criticism is appreciated too. I suppose.
I was born on the 23rd of August, and I’ve finally grown too old to be going around revealing my birth year. Please make note, my ideal birthday gift would be the latest phone that’s out on the market. Or a puppy.
Sandrova is my dad’s nickname for me. He has a habit of coming up with the most nonsensical nicknames for people, a trait which I’ve seemingly inherited. He used to watch a lot of women’s tennis back in the day (he claims it was because he liked the sport), and I guess he was inspired by Navratilova, Kournikova and the like.
I also smile in my mugshots: