Even the longest night
is just transit.
Some lives follow a straight line. Mine never did.
Four cities. Three countries. One recurring question — when does it become my turn?
If you have ever felt overqualified for the life you are living, you might find something here.
Writing from the middle of a life still in progress.
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who is writing
A woman still becoming herself
I’m Rajalakshmi Ranganathan, Lakshmi to most.
I started as a mobile application developer, became a software engineer, then a Montessori teacher and school coordinator, and now I’m a writer. The road had many pauses, deviations, and delays — as an expat spouse, a mother to my twins, and a daughter to my parents.
Whenever I felt weary and disheartened by the wait for something I wanted deeply, my grandmother’s words would echo in my mind: “Delay does not mean denial.” I have carried those words ever since.
Today, more than eighteen years later, I’m here, rebuilding from where I left off.
I write because lives like mine — educated, capable, and interrupted — deserve to be told honestly.
You are not behind. You are not too late. And you are not alone.
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