“Every circle tells a story. Mine didn’t begin on a grand stage or with a splash of colour, it started in a quiet corner, with a blank sheet of paper and a chaotic mind.
As a student of visual communication, I dabbled in many design forms. But the day I stumbled upon mandalas, something clicked. It wasn’t just art, it was a mirror. For the first time, I saw myself reflected in those lines and patterns. What began as curiosity soon became a calling.
I dove deep, teaching myself different techniques, creating series that meant something. One of my most cherished collections is called “She” – a visual ode to body positivity. Through every curve and swirl, I celebrate strength, softness, self-love, and the beauty that society often overlooks.

As my bond with mandalas grew, I began to explore new canvases. I designed t-shirts, painted murals, and even ventured into digital art. With a little help (and a lot of encouragement) from my husband, I picked up photography to showcase my creations better.

At the time, I worked in a call centre – art was my quiet side hustle. Thankfully, before my delivery I quit my job; because after my delivery, I faced health complications from a C-section and had to rest. That phase was dark and uncertain. My husband and family were my whole support. And yet, there was one thing that held me: my art. My mandalas.
When everything else felt out of control, drawing gave me peace. It helped me breathe. In those circles, I found stillness, meaning, and myself.

Some people chase money. Some stumble upon purpose. I’m lucky to have discovered mine.
Today, I don’t draw mandalas for fame or fortune. I do it because each line grounds me. Because every pattern is a silent prayer. Because art, this art, is how I heal.”