“Some journeys begin with a backpack—mine began with a story.
And somewhere along the way, I realized we’re all just a collection of stories.
We remember not places, but how they made us feel.
Our thoughts are whispers—our stories, the heartbeat.”

The Story Before the Stories

I’m Sathya (a.k.a Lakshmi Narashiman S) — a human with a pen in one hand, a camera in the other, and both feet walking toward the world. I’ve always believed that every person is a story, and every place is a page. Somewhere between missed trains, shared meals, quiet sunrises, and unexpected conversations, I found myself drawn not to landmarks, but to moments that leave a mark.

I’m from India—and like many dreamers growing up, I wanted to see the world. Not just the world of maps and buildings, but the world of people, emotions, and experiences. I longed to walk every road, to watch every sapling turn into a tree. To sleep beneath the auroras, build an igloo with my bare hands, and fall in love beneath the golden trees of a Barcelonian fall. I imagined playing Hymn to the Sea on a lonely violin aboard a ship, feeling the chill sting my skin—just enough to remind me I was alive.

I wanted to sit beside elderly couples and hear the echoes of their youthful love and the wars. To speak French in sun-drenched cafés tucked away in forgotten villages, sweat through a street football match, and maybe—even just once—belly dance without shame, in a place where no one cared if I got the steps wrong.

When I’m not living these stories across the world, I work as a product manager—building products during the day and writing quietly at night.

“Slow down, you’re doing fine
You can’t be everything you want to be
Before your time
Although it’s so romantic on the borderline tonight. Tonight…
Too bad but it’s the life you lead
you’re so ahead of yourself that you forgot what you need
Though you can see when you’re wrong, you know
You can’t always see when you’re right. You’re right”

– Billy Joel (Vienna)

It is not just a blog—it’s my digital memoir. A home for the quiet stories the world often overlooks. I don’t just write about places. I write about people and their quiet victories. Like the two souls who met by chance on a forgotten trail—now chart the skies, planning every sunset like it’s a ritual. A drenched soul who visits the same train station every year, hoping to feel her father’s goodbye one more time. A beautiful mess who scattered wildflowers across continents, believing beauty must outgrow pain.

“These are not headlines. These are heartlines.“

I want to bring these silent stories and fragments of quiet beauty into people’s eyes. Because not every story makes it to the mainstream—but someone should do them justice. Let that someone be me. roamingsathya is where my footsteps find stories—and my heart gives them words.

“Here’s to the crazy ones.
The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.
They’re not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo.
You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them.
Because they change things.
They push the human race forward.
And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.
Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world,
are the ones who do.”– Steve Jobs (Here’s to the Crazy Ones)

Here’s to the Soulful Ones (My Version!)

Here’s to the soulful ones. The heartful wanderers. The feelers. The noticers. The ones who walk slower, but see more. Who speak less, but remember everything. They don’t always travel for pictures—they travel for stories. They listen to conversations like it’s music. They collect moments like postcards. And they care about people no one else noticed.

You won’t find them chasing crowds, But you might find them on a cold bench at sunrise, writing about the way the light hit someone’s face, or the way a goodbye felt heavier than a suitcase.

They don’t need noise to feel alive. They need movement. Meaning. And a little corner of the world to feel something real. This blog is for them.

And if that’s you—
Welcome! You’re one of us.

This isn’t a guidebook. It’s a journey. There are no must-visits, only must-feels. If you’re ready, start reading.

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Whether you’re here for a moment or a while—I’m grateful. If you’d like to read my stories, you’re always welcome. And if one ever makes you feel seen or understood, let me know. That’s why I write.