Avinash

I was born in the golden lands of Sikar, Rajasthan,
in the vibrant North of India, where culture stands tall and proud.
Where sand whispers stories and traditions run deep,
martyrs rose from this soil, and so did some of India’s richest hearts.
The air smells of spices and dreams,
and every street echoes with memories of home.
It’s a place where roots grow stronger than stone.

My favourite food growing up was Daal Baati Choorma, the taste of my childhood days —
Baati, crisp and smoky, dipped in daal’s golden glaze.
Choorma, sweet like grandma’s tales after dinner.
A Rajasthani feast, no richer or better.
It’s not just food — it’s family, warmth, and love on a plate.

My childhood hero was Nagraj — the serpent saviour of comic-book fame,
with venomous justice and a fearless name.
He showed me that courage could come cloaked in green,
fighting evil in shadows, always sharp and keen.
In his world, I dreamed up battles of my own.

I love many things about Scotland — its misty hills and soulful skies,
where mountains meet water, and time quietly flies.
The people — kind, proud, and full of song,
a culture that feels like it’s known you all along.
In its silence and beauty, I found a second home.