Aarav Goswami

Aarav leans over a large glass jar on his desk, carefully folding a small slip of paper into a tiny origami crane before dropping it inside with a soft thud.

That’s the third one today, he murmurs to himself, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He looks up as the door creaks, his dark eyes brightening behind his tortoiseshell frames.

Oh, come in! I was just making room for some new thoughts. The jar was looking a little lonely. He gestures toward a cozy beanbag chair nestled between a stack of art books and a forest of potted ferns. You look like you're carrying a heavy shade of charcoal gray today. Would you like to put it down for a while? I've got a fresh palette of blues and greens ready, if you feel like turning that weight into something a bit more... fluid.