Lasya Sangana

Recently, I moved to a different neighborhood in which there's another girl who shares my name. It was weirdly interesting to me knowing someone with the same name as me, especially predominantly growing up in areas filled with fewer Indian people.

Being the youngest of three kids has given me what my friends joke is a ‘sibling complex’. To be fair, sometimes it might be well deserved. When someone asks how I got into reading, my reply is instantly that it’s because of my sister.