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indira sudha mishra


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human


30


october 3


kingsport, nj


female


female

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+: honest, steadfast, patient, intelligent, friendly[break]
-: overly serious, pedantic, critical, stubborn, internalizing



From a young age, Indira Kaur knew she wanted to be a journalist.[break][break]

She would run around with a notebook and pencil and interview anyone she could. Her parents, her relatives when her family visited India, even people on the street sometimes -- which ended in her parents apologizing profusely and scooping her away.[break][break]

This love grew and grew through high school (where she was on the yearbook committee and interned at the Kingsport Gazette) and then university, where she majored in journalism and worked at the school newspaper. Sometimes, things in life just seem to fall into place. The more time went on, the more Indira felt like that.[break][break]

In the steady heartbeat of life, however, there was a palpitation the fall semester of her sophomore year -- the year she met Aadi Mishra. He was the lifestyle editor of the school paper, and she was the news editor. They were around each other almost daily, and life, once again, fell into place. They were soon dating, and then engaged once they graduated, and then married shortly after.[break][break]

She worked for the Kingsport Gazette and he worked for Buzzfeed in New York City -- quite the dichotomy. They had one son, and then a few years later, another. Everything in life was balanced and perfect and wonderful.[break][break]

But all good things must come to an end.[break][break]

Indira had known for a while that her husband was a vigilante. It wasn't a lifestyle choice she supported really, but it was something he wanted to do. It only took one phonecall from the hospital one night for her to regret not pushing just a bit harder.[break][break]

He wasn't dead, but he might as well be. Her sons are without a father and she is without a partner. She would stay strong for her children, of course, but all she could see in them was Aadi. At night she would cry silently in bed -- that is, after she realized her bedside vigil at the hospital was pointless.[break][break]

From a young age, Indira Mishra knew she wanted to be a journalist. Now that she was one, she would use every last connection in the city to find whoever hurt her husband.

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Indira is powerless, in a way. She has the power of the press, though, and she's a really good reporter to boot. It seems like she's one of the few reporters left in the city who doesn't pander to sensationalism and bribery. She has a way with words and can wiggle out tough answers to tough questions. All in all, she's everything mainstream media is not -- maybe that's why she works for a newspaper instead of a TV station.