A personal corner of the internet, finally mine.

Welcome. I’m really glad you’re here.

This space has existed quietly inside me for a long time. I just hadn’t given it a place to live until now.

For months now, I’ve been writing consistently elsewhere, showing up week after week, sometimes day after day, letting my thoughts spill onto the page without knowing exactly where they would lead. Somewhere along the way, something clicked. Writing stopped feeling like something I did occasionally and started feeling like something I needed. Like a place where I could return to myself.

And that is how thisisraulito.com was born.

thisisraulito isn’t just a name. It’s a quiet introduction.

Raulito is who I am when nothing is being performed.

Not Raul. Not Rahul. Not the versions shaped by expectation or context.

Just Raulito.

A name that exists between cultures. Between languages. Between the places that formed me.

thisisraulito isn’t a project. It’s a declaration.

This is the version of me that feels most honest.

And this is where I get to exist fully.

I didn’t build this space to impress anyone.

I built it because I needed somewhere that was mine.

Somewhere I could write freely, without filtering myself before the words even arrived.

This is that place.

Think of it as my digital living room. Or maybe my journal, left open on the table.

A space where nothing needs to perform.

This is Raulito.

And this is where I begin.

I’m someone who has always lived between worlds. Born and raised in Madrid, with Indian roots that run deep, shaped by family stories that stretch across continents. I grew up moving between cultures, languages, and ways of seeing the world. Spanish is my everyday. Hindi and Sindhi carry memory and ancestry. English connects everything. Along the way, I’ve picked up fragments of other places too.

All of this lives inside me. And it inevitably finds its way onto the page.

I write about identity, belonging, culture, cities, memory, quiet moments, and the small details that often go unnoticed. I write about Madrid, about food, about language, about growing up global and figuring yourself out as you go.

Sometimes I write reflectively.
Sometimes playfully.
Sometimes emotionally.
Always honestly.

This is where I’ll be writing now.

Not perfectly. Not strategically.

Honestly.

About identity. Culture. Food. Cities. Belonging.

About what it means to exist between worlds and slowly understand yourself within them.

If you’re here, you’re early.

And I’m glad you found your way here.

— Raulito