A sputnik sweetheart, a teacher, a dreamer, a sky enthusiast who loves gazing somewhere up above dearly, a mother of Smaradhana and Mikrosil, an easy going introvert who can not stop wondering about anything, any nonsense things. The one who can not help to not to put her hand inside a sack of rice when she’s in a grocery store. She loves smell of new books and wet grass after the rain. She has been pursuing her dreams in randomly order. Why don’t you ask her any questions and she’d definitely love to answer and maybe you can get along well then. And her name is Sheila.