Sacred Word ‘Brahmified’: For me, faith resonates in the depths of my heart and soul. The spiritual scripture evokes strength and peace; stroke by stroke, I pen the sacred words—my meditation in movement.

Amidst the cultural context perpetuating politics in religion, I refuse to feed into this collective propaganda. I don’t want deluded minds to corrupt the sanctity of these words recited by my mom, my nani; my spiritual legacy is personal and sacred. I found refuge in the genesis of language/script—a codified system that includes or, more precisely, excludes.

In this pursuit, I embraced the 4th century BC Brahmi script, the mother of all Indian scripts, as my secret code. Transforming the religious script from Devanagri to Brahmi, I engaged in a meditative writing of my spiritual legacy. This becomes my dialogue—between me, my qalam, the universe, and my mom—expressed through the dynamic beauty of calligraphic strokes.