Hi, I'm Prisha
Fifteen-ish, in Class 10, and permanently curious. I split my week between a sketchbook, a taekwondo dojang, a camera, and a stack of textbooks — and honestly, they all feed each other.
Made of paint, grit & questions
I've been drawing since before I could spell "perspective". Somewhere along the way I picked up a camera, earned a green belt in taekwondo, and discovered that organising a community drive gives the same rush as finishing a painting.
School says I'm a science-leaning all-rounder. My sketchbook says I never stopped being six years old. Both are right.
The timeline
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First sketchbook
Filled it in three weeks. Mostly cats. Some of them even looked like cats.
Stepped into the dojang
Started taekwondo. Learned that falling down is a technique, not a failure.
Borrowed dad's camera
Never really gave it back. Discovered light is just paint you can't touch.
First community drive
Organised a book-collection drive at school — 400+ books found new readers.
Now
Boards on the horizon, green belt on the waist, and this zine in your hands.
Currently obsessed with
Lo-fi while sketching
The only correct soundtrack for cross-hatching at 10pm.
Golden hour
60 minutes a day when the whole city becomes a photograph.
Tiny gardens
Three plants on the windowsill. All alive. Personal record.