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ABOUT

Hello there!

My name is Smita and I'm a 25-year-old writer hailing from the giant little red dot, Singapore. I am also affectionately known as Smi to my friends.

If you haven't guessed yet, I am of mixed heritage - half-Indian, half-Chinese, and I'm proud of it.

I am a graduate from Nanyang Technological University's Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information, specialising in journalism. Building on my love for writing, I started freelance writing for Simply Her magazine, and have had my hand at medical writing.

I was also an English tutor every Sunday morning for a good three years, seeing a class of adorable yet dorky kids from when they were in Primary 3 all the way till they completed their PSLE.

Apart from writing and teaching, my other interests include K-pop, reading, shopping, working out, animal welfare, family time and rolling in bed.

You should also know that I have the most lovable Shetland Sheepdog, appropriately named Shelty, and he turns 13 this year. We've had him since he was just 7-months-old! You will find him on Instagram #sheltywee.

I'm also available on Instagram but have, sadly, given up on the other social media platforms.

See you around!
xoxo

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