Arathi Devandran has been writing since she was first presented with a faux-fur pink journal with a brass lock at the age of nine. Over the years, she has written for e-zines and publications on a range of issues, serving as a youth columnist, general observer of the human condition, and dissector of the specific experiences of being a South Asian woman in a patriarchal and parochial world.

More recently, she has become interested in exploring themes of inter-generational familial relations and navigating the complexities of self-growth through personal essays and autofiction. At the age of 31, she was diagnosed with breast cancer, forcing her to confront stickier topics such as mortality, motherhood and maladies in her work.

When she isn’t writing, Arathi tries to live by the wise advice she once received from her best friend, that to write well, one must live well. She treks, spends hours listening to old records while reading, and tries to learn something new ever so often. She lives in Singapore with her husband and dog, whom she both adores and annoys often.

Arathi is currently working on her full-length manuscript.