Surfing

Weird how some things just find you, right? I was just as surprised when I stumbled upon this hobby of mine. What started as a simple family holiday to Pondicherry slowly turned into something far more meaningful. On a quiet afternoon by the beach, I signed up for a surf class—without realizing that it would change the way I looked at the ocean. I was only 16 at the time, standing on a board for the very first time, learning to balance, fall, and get back up again.

That first wave hooked me. What began as curiosity soon turned into a constant pull toward the sea. Over the years, whenever I found myself near the coast, surfing became my escape. I’ve spent time riding waves along the shores of Kerala, each session teaching me patience, timing, and respect for the water.

Most recently, I travelled to Sri Lanka, a trip driven purely by the thrill of the sport. The waves there were bigger, faster, and far more powerful—pushing me out of my comfort zone and reminding me why I fell in love with surfing in the first place. What started as a holiday activity has now become a passion, one that keeps pulling me back to the ocean, wave after wave 🌊