Even the longest night
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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, mother to my twins, and daughter to my parents.
I write because lives like mine — educated, capable, and interrupted — deserve to be told honestly.
" Delay does not mean denial."
My grandmother’s words, which I have carried ever since.
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