Meet eccentric girl who loves words

Great at conversations, she is naturally curious and is known to ask casual questions to break the ice. A closet fitness enthusiast, she loves the energy from stories, words and ideas. She enjoys learning languages and speaks fluently in four Indian languages. She loves to experiment with food which keeps her a few pounds happy. Her space is usually filled with quirky things and checklists which is testimony of her belief that there is method to madness.  

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