The first 13 years of my life were spent in Bengal and so I grew up then with an unadulterated Bengali influence. We lived in a huge joint family, followed all the rituals and festivals—be it the Vishwakarma Pooja or Rakhi when we made the “manjha” for kites at home. We wore yellow for the Saraswati Pooja. For each occasion we made a different kind of alpana. What added to it all was that I went to a Bengali medium school. The food we had and the music we listened to were also Bengali. I also grew up wearing saris for formal occasions. There was no jeans culture back then. It was after Apur Sansar that I left the school and went to Loretto Convent. It was then that the exposure to the outside world began—the Westernised, English-speaking world. The North Indian, Hindi influence came in when I moved to Bombay for Kashmir Ki Kali. All these influences came into my life gradually.