01 · identity
I feed people.
i build and run corporate cafeterias — the unglamorous engine rooms where a workday gets its breakfast, its lunch, its 4 o’clock chai. honest work. i’m quietly proud of it.
// operator
FOUNDER // Urban Rasoi — corporate kitchens, Kolkata. i feed people for a living.
// 01 — the work
// 02 — lunar log
the moon waxed and waned with my fortunes — new at every fall, full at every peak. each moon below is a chapter — tap one to read it.
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// 03 — constants
the quiet kind. a thing built well, a promise kept. lights on, food out, people fed.
i remember every version of me that didn’t have this yet. memory, kept honest.
i read the sky a little. it keeps me patient, and it keeps me small under something larger.
// 04 — lineage
two houses, two routes, one present node. mapped as memory, inheritance, and signal.
// 05 — off the clock
no athlete — just someone who plays hard on a weekend and stays late after the whistle. a few games i’m fond of, and the odd day i’m quietly chuffed about. not trophies. just good company and a sport well played.
// 06 — open briefs
stray ideas that won’t leave my head. i don’t have time to build them — i wish you would. take any one — no permission, no credit needed.
// 07 — uplink
food, work, kolkata, or the stars. the door stays open.