A Roo-corner for wandering thoughts, playful detours, and the odd clarity that arrives uninvited.

Collecting life souvenirs from Nigeria, India, Kuwait, the US, and Norway, I find myself stitched together by geographies and curiosities: raised in Hinduism, intrigued by spirituality, gently influenced by Christianity, and yet never able to squeeze neatly into a single bracket. So I created this corner of Roohism — my world of thoughts, adventures, exposures, understandings, and contradictions that only begin to make sense once they fall into words.

So here I sit, tapping away on a white ergonomic keyboard whose khuch-khuch rhythm makes me smile — a habit that began in 1999, when ICQ first introduced me both to typing and to strangers in Johannesburg. Those innocent nights of green flowers and endless conversations were proof enough that words could bridge improbable worlds. Roo’s Scribbles is the continuation of that experiment — a place where I still use words to test half-formed thoughts in the open, to bridge unlikely connections, and to stumble into unexpected discoveries I didn’t know I was holding.

Mummy still wonders where I first learned to type. I take her back to those post-graduation holidays in 1999: all the day tasks done, SAT prep behind me, the lights in the house finally dimmed. That’s when I would open ICQ — a Pandora’s box of the pre-Y2K world — and glide into a universe where you could invent an identity, slip on a new skin, and strangely, reveal the truest self version of yourself.

Sometimes, it is with complete strangers that honesty comes easier, vulnerability feels safer, and truth appears in its rawest form.

So what is Roo’s Scribbles? Just a quiet corner of Roohism, where my thoughts stretch out — sometimes half-formed, sometimes sharp, always a little mischievous. Think of it as my little cabinet of curiosities — a gathering of my favorite pieces, the ones that winked the loudest. Dip in wherever you like; you never know which scribble will surprise you, provoke you, make you grin, — or land you in a heated argument with me.

P.S. These em dashes are 100% authentically mine.

If you disagree with me, good. That’s how the fun begins.