Jaai, on the day she was born, embarked on a conscience-searching journey. Then one day she read somewhere that the journey was more important than the destination, and she refused to ever arrive at the destination. Since then her only ambition has been to write and hope it drives people crazy, because she might become a psychiatrist someday and that would mean business for her. Jaai traces the origin of the writing bug to the days she spent in Saudi Arabia. Being an NRI made her love India like never before and she uses every opportunity she gets to praise it to the skies. But also, like a responsible lover, she admonishes it sometimes. Rarely.