For years, my touring bike was a Jupiter 110cc scooty.

I took it to Rishikesh. I took it to Vrindavan. Small engine, big dreams, and a lot of people asking why.

Back then, a real touring bike felt far away. So I did the only thing I knew. I kept designing.

Client sites. Templates that sold zero. Late nights fixing one section until it finally felt right. Small payments, small wins, slowly stacking up.

Two months ago, all of that turned into this. Honda H'ness CB350.

I gifted it to myself.

Every website I've built is somewhere in this bike. Every client who trusted me, every project I said yes to, every pixel I pushed when nobody was watching.

I haven't taken it on a long ride yet. The desk still needs me. But now when I sit down to design, I know exactly what the work is for.

Design pays the bills. It also pays for dreams, if you give it enough time.

What's the one thing your work finally let you give yourself?

For years, my touring bike was a Jupiter 110cc scooty.

I took it to Rishikesh. I took it to Vrindavan. Small engine, big dreams, and a lot of people asking why.

Back then, a real touring bike felt far away. So I did the only thing I knew. I kept designing.

Client sites. Templates that sold zero. Late nights fixing one section until it finally felt right. Small payments, small wins, slowly stacking up.

Two months ago, all of that turned into this. Honda H'ness CB350.

I gifted it to myself.

Every website I've built is somewhere in this bike. Every client who trusted me, every project I said yes to, every pixel I pushed when nobody was watching.

I haven't taken it on a long ride yet. The desk still needs me. But now when I sit down to design, I know exactly what the work is for.

Design pays the bills. It also pays for dreams, if you give it enough time.

What's the one thing your work finally let you give yourself?