Sangeetha Vallat

Books have always been my first love. From devouring Amar Chitra Katha and Chandamama to escaping into the worlds of The Famous Five and Malory Towers, my childhood was steeped in stories. I chose to study English literature and even toyed with the idea of becoming a librarian—anything to stay close to books. But life had other plans, and I found myself selling tickets at railway stations instead. Still, a book was always tucked into my bag. Between train arrivals and passenger queries, I lost myself in the pages of paperbacks.

As a child, I always dreamed of living in a home with balconies. Today, my balcony with a view is my favourite corner of the apartment, where I ponder, lost in the rippling golden dunes merging into the whimsical blue skies at the horizon.

I became a writer by chance. In 2018, lying on the middle berth of the Alleppey Express, I typed out a heartfelt piece on my phone—A Journey to my Achan’s Tharavad without him. That single post led me to blogging and later into the world of fiction (Short Stories) through writing communities like ArtoonsInn and Penmancy. Slowly, my stories crawled into anthologies and online journals. It gave me the confidence to dive into memoir writing. At the Bangalore Literature Festival’s LITMART 2023, I pitched Platform Ticket and was thrilled to sign a deal with Penguin Random House.

My mind is constantly humming with ideas, and I jot them down—often at odd hours—on my Samsung Notes before transferring them to my laptop. This website will serve as the home for all my writing. Don’t worry; I’ll do my best to curate what I share so you won’t derail in a flood of drafts! I hope this becomes a space where we can connect—as co-travellers, swapping stories, reflections, and little slices of life. Feel free to comment or reach out via email. Let’s keep things kind, curious, and meaningful.

All Aboard!