My name is Srijan. I began My Arc Stories during the stillness of the 2020 lockdown in Nepal — not with grand plans, but with a quiet need to create. It started with fragments: photographs, sketch lines, playful comics — pieces of how I saw and felt architecture in that moment of pause.As the page grew, it became a space for sharing informative architectural content — resources, tips, and ideas meant to inspire students like me who were trying to find their way in the field.When I crossed continents and found myself in the heart of American studios, My Arc Stories traveled with me. It changed — just as I did. It became a reflection of my path as an immigrant architect, a journal of small growths, shifting identities, and unexpected twist and turns. Today, this platform still moves with my story at its core. But it listens, too — to the voices of others walking similar paths. This arc is mine, but if you see yourself in it, then it’s yours too. One story at a time.