About Me
Sreena KS
Hello there,
I am a Malayali from Kerala, the southern state of India. If Ayurveda or Kathakali comes to mind when you think of Kerala, you are definitely on the right track!
On a more personal note, I work from 9 to 6. I am a soul that loves to travel and explore the vivid languages and cultures that surround us. In my free time, I enjoy keeping up with technology and business. I also have a keen interest in painting and writing. It wouldn't be surprising if you often see me scribbling something. I have even written a fiction novel under the pen name "Tara," along with four short poetry books, which are available on Amazon.
While some might see having one goal as enough, I am a bit more "greedy." The most important one for me is to do something for Mother Earth, whether by promoting sustainability or public awareness. My aim is to create a long-lasting, cyclical impact that helps in the continuous improvement of the nature that surrounds us. This is a goal that drives and motivates me through the ebbs and flows of my life.
Here, you will see a lot of posts talking about nature and sustainable living.
Finally, be curious and be unapologetically you!
Blog posts
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Beauty of fleeting moments
River rushes to the sea; a final gold leaf hangs from the branch. This body we name as ours, the failing light of the candle wick, All things are fleeting....
Beauty of fleeting moments
River rushes to the sea; a final gold leaf hangs from the branch. This body we name as ours, the failing light of the candle wick, All things are fleeting....
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You are more than an echo
Don’t just be the waves,You carry more than motion.You were meant to be the ocean itself,Vast, deep, and full of memory. Don’t just be the echo, You are more than a...
You are more than an echo
Don’t just be the waves,You carry more than motion.You were meant to be the ocean itself,Vast, deep, and full of memory. Don’t just be the echo, You are more than a...
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To be desired, or to be loved,
To be desired, or to be loved, a choice so arduous, yet so often blurred. What is beauty without a heart to hold it? A gaze that lingers, a touch...
To be desired, or to be loved,
To be desired, or to be loved, a choice so arduous, yet so often blurred. What is beauty without a heart to hold it? A gaze that lingers, a touch...