About

Skand is a cuckoo, who never quite learnt how to fly beyond the few usual cities. She wakes up in the morning, telling herself that she'd visit that new town but settles with the comfort of her nest. She has her mother, her father, a cute little sister, a couple of friends by her side, and she loves them more than anything, even blueberry cheesecake. 

An electronics graduate (from the bird school), she has an uncanny knack for turning perfectly functional gadgets into electronic paperweights. In her spare time, Skand dreams of becoming a rockstar. One hit wonder, obviously. 

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