Kirtana Krishnan

I paint and make music and blog like a maniac.These days I try to run. Or swim or even cycle. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and fonts that are skinny and tall. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display.