Sheeba Shamsudeen

I might as well have emerged from the womb with a pen in one hand, a pad in the other. From the time I discovered the potential of my “ABCs,” I knew I was a natural-born writer. In school, I wrote everything from short stories to mock newspapers. In college, I read every classic and cranked out literary criticism at the speed of a big-city bike messenger. I also wrote a lot of articles for my college magazine and tried my hand at being an editor. Thankfully, I wasn’t too bad. I discovered poetry and found inspiration in my travels. When work brought my travels plan to bare weekend trips once in a while, I sought inspiration in my fellow photographers, travelers and friends who would always come back with feed. I started off writing for myself and eventually gathered the courage to post it publicly, without criticizing myself. I’d rather leave that to my readers.

Today, as a writing professional, I sought to create a safe haven for myself, to display my skills and get inspired — a place to share my drafts, enable constructive criticism, and collaborate my pictures and words.