Chapter 1...

My name is Rohan Daniel Toor and I was born on the 29th of December 1997, on the banks of the river Pampa in the town of Kozhencherry, Kerala, India.

As a child I was fortunate to have all that I could wish for, a roof over my head, parents who loved me, all the toys I could care for and a younger brother; whom I had the task to subjugate. My entire life was laid out before me. I was going to eat my veggies, study hard and grow up to become a T-Rex and in the off chance that did not come through a paleontologist would do.

As time went by, my passions and ambitions shifted with the changing of the seasons. Nowadays I no longer yearn to become a large bipedal carnivore but rather an investment banker, a far more promising future than the latter but I surely doubt as satisfying.

Having entered adolescence, there are only few things I still value in life: my church, my family, my body, my friends and my education.  

My sole goal in life is simply to live out every day to the very fullest and my greatest fear is to resign myself to a life of mediocrity.

Interestingly enough, an aspect of my being that I have not touched upon but hold in the highest regard would be my identity, as a whole. And what facet of my identity has had a larger role in shaping it but language.

For as long as I can remember, language has played an integral role in my development. The mention of the very word hearkens back to the nights my mother would read my brother and I to sleep. She did so all those years in hopes that from that early age a passion and zeal for language would be birthed within us. From that moment forth, I have not relented in my endless pursuit to devour all the literary work I have come across.

I’ve been a resident of Long Island’s Camp Half-Blood, hunted the white whale aboard the Pequod, braved the beaches of Normandy, sailed a raft with Huck and Jim, committed absurdities with Lord Emsworth and strolled down Swansway. All due, in no small part to my readings and the miracle that is language.