Before I start, I would like to ask a question. A simple one!
Do humans fascinate you? Do the beauty of nature leave any imprint on you? Like their very existence, their vibrancy, modulations, their behavior, the reason behind their each action & your reaction? 
To me, they do!

Who am I? If asked to put in lay mans words I'm Sonali Dave, a 20 year old ordinary creative soul pursuing architecture, bio-phillic(never-ending love for nature), reader, sky gazer, somewhere figuring out life. Almost, happy in whatever i am doing presently. And, now a days I simply adore each letter of the word WORD & WORK. A midst all the work, laziness & love; my alter ego wanted a space for verses that keep taking rounds in my mind.

But if asked to tell who I am in the depths of my true being, “The only thing I know about myself is that I don’t know myself”.

HEY! I don’t want to do this but as far as I know, whoever EVER read this, you instantly get an urge to know the face behind these words.
The person whose thoughts you’re reading.
The reason why I find it so difficult to talk about myself is because I have an aversion to the term, *introduce yourself*.
Whenever someone tells me to introduce myself, I’m supposed to talk about the schooling college I went to, my grades and academic achievements, what my dad does or at the most, what my hobbies are and what firm or job I’m planning to seek. And it kills me everytime when people think that’s how you know a person. ( Even the people that you’ve known for years are satisfied with this much. HOW?)

Okay, enough of beating around the bush. I’ll talk about myself the way it’s possible for the person that I’m, to carry on.
In 21 years of my life, I’ve always been a really curious and restless person.
I always want to question and to know, do or become more. (Like how do I really know if circles are circles or just lines which have lost direction or if lines are really lines or circles rushing back home?)
I’m restless and I constantly seek someone or something who makes me feel at peace with the atoms of my body. I often feel that the way my brain thinks and the way my heart feels is somewhat wrong or different.
The cells of my body are constantly realigning because they’re not sure which way is the better way to be and they have been pressurised a lot into being the best they can.
My bone marrow is constantly dripping over, struggling to move out of the prison that my body is, and reach out to unknown things.
Whether it is exchanging glances with strangers trying to discover the nuances of their facial expressions or talking to people much more distinct and older than I’m
or my random and often aggressive social activism, all I can comprehend of myself, is that I’m trying to FIND OUT the way things are and why they are so as well as subsequently, trying to modify, change, influence or impact. ( or whatever other synonym that you can think of, add it to the list!)

I wouldn’t even call myself a designer or a writer or anything of that sort. But honestly, the only reason I’m making an attempt to write this is because I’m convinced that that’s the only way that I’ll be able to survive. Not many people can relate to this kind of a need. 
I want to be as honest as I can. My authentic self.
I’ll try and be as transparent as the glass.( okay, maybe translucent!) I use the words – ‘maybe’, ‘just’, ‘really’, a lot. A LOT.

More than for anything else, I want to write to be able to discover myself, to know the way I see and think and feel.
This all is not really about me. It is just a beginning on my end to find out what I’m all about.
Because the person I wake up to every morning doesn’t even know the person she is.
And the only way she can find that out is by befriending her thoughts and making love to them.
I have a brain that thinks, a heart that feels, a hand that can design and write and sudden physical sensations that scream my need to pen down, so I thought, why not?

By the way, you must have sensed by now, how I have buried within me, a scared little girl, a woman who wants to change the world and a post-teen girl who can’t decide how to do her hair, all struggling with each other to come to the surface? (See how my mind hops on from one thought to the next and what it does in the spaces between both the thoughts?)

At the end of the day, all of us need to talk to ourselves.
Many people talk to themselves by talking to others and love themselves by loving others;
I want to try and be all those OTHERS for myself.
Yeah, that’s all I had to say.
Why should you read this?
Well, I don’t know. But if not anything else, this would be an honest and unapologetic account of my innermost voices wrecking to seek designers, their works, their thoughts in building something magnanimous. Without an ounce of fabrication.

And for me, it’ll be more of living, than exploring!