About

In 2015, my life didn’t end with a full stop;
It was only a semicolon.

A ghastly road accident in Bangalore left me in a coma.
When I woke up, it felt like life itself had pressed reset.

Not everyone gets a second chance. I did.
And with it came a truth I couldn’t ignore:
Skills mean nothing
if I keep them locked inside.

So yes, I returned to life as I knew it—working in agencies, writing for companies, building campaigns.
But the realization was too strong to hold me back. It kept tugging at me until I knew:
I had to create something of my own.

That’s how The Rich Diary was born…


My roots go back to St. Xavier’s, deepened at MICA, and bloomed over a decade in advertising.
Two books, countless clients, and endless pages later,
I realized that craft gives you skill, but life gives you voice.

And my voice is this: to write, to share, to make words count.