The idea that refused to leave me alone.
In 2017, I sat in a seminar room with 9,000 people and was told to write down my goals. As I wrote, my hand seemed to move on its own. The words that appeared surprised me: setting up a school in India for slum children.
Five years later, I finally visited the work I'd been quietly funding. In Dharavi, I expected hardship. Instead I found community, joy, and an ecosystem of love. At the school, I learned the art program had been shut down. The reasoning was practical: art wouldn't lead to a paying career.
But I couldn't shake the artwork I'd seen. Children as young as five producing genuinely beautiful work. Months later, sitting in a café with a friend, I casually mentioned the idea and burst into tears. That was the moment I stopped putting it off.
In July 2025, our first month-long program ran in Sanjay Colony with 40 students and one extraordinary teacher named Chitty. The work they produced speaks for itself.
