There was a time I lived by logic, ticking boxes, chasing definitions of success that were never mine.
But destiny had a different map — one not drawn in ink, but in stars.

A silent storm came — shaking the very roots of what I believed.
In the darkness, I sought light… and found it in the skies above.
Not as a seeker of predictions, but as a soul yearning to understand: Why me? Why now? Why this?

Astrology didn’t answer me immediately — it mirrored me.
Tarot didn’t speak — it whispered.
Numbers didn’t count — they danced.
And Vastu didn’t rearrange walls — it realigned energy.
Each path pulled me deeper, not just into study, but into surrender.

I wasn’t learning.
I was remembering.
And in every chart, in every client, I saw fragments of myself.

Years passed, and the skeptic in me made peace with the mystic.
Degrees were earned. Systems mastered.

But the greatest lessons came from the broken, the hopeful, the faithful —
the ones who trusted me to read their pain, and offer peace.

Today, I stand not as a fortune teller — but a mirror.
A guide.
A voice.
A bridge between planetary patterns and personal purpose.

I didn’t find the stars. They found me.
And now, I help others find themselves.