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Hi, I'm Sujen

I build interactive websites and frontend experiences that try to feel as good as they look.

I care a lot about motion, rhythm, and visual detail, but also about performance, accessibility, and keeping the implementation clean.

Most of my work lives somewhere between design taste and engineering discipline.

Frontend Developer

Forma
Atlas
Forma
Atlas
Design · Frontend Engineering
Solo Frontend Engineer
Architecture · Studio Site
SaaS · Marketing Site
2026
2025
Craft

Motion studies, rendering experiments, and interface prototypes
that show how I test ideas before they become larger product work.

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How I work

I care deeply about how things feel when someone uses them.

I like frontend work that asks for both taste and restraint,
especially when the idea is ambitious and the build still needs to stay clean.

Motion matters to me. So do accessibility, performance, and code that
still feels solid after the first impressive pass wears off.

Tools I Reach For
React
React
React
React
Next.js
Next.js
Next.js
Next.js
Astro
Astro
Astro
Astro
TypeScript
TypeScript
TypeScript
TypeScript
GSAP
GSAP
GSAP
GSAP
Three.js
Three.js
Three.js
Three.js
Tailwind CSS
Tailwind CSS
Tailwind CSS
Tailwind CSS
Playwright
Playwright
Playwright
Playwright
Where the Light Stays

There are places I never returned to, not out of regret, but because they were already complete—perfect in the way they ended.

A Quiet Kind of Happiness

I didn’t notice it at first.

How gently it arrived.

No grand moment.

No sudden change.

Just small things,

falling into place

without asking to be seen.

And one day—

I looked back.

And realized

I had been happy

for a while.

Golden Hours That Never Left

I have learned that not every “what if” aches; some simply sit beside you, like an old friend who chose a different life.

The Days That Still Glow

Some things don’t last.

But they linger.

In the way the afternoon softens.

In the quiet between words.

I used to think I had to hold on.

To keep every moment from slipping away,

as if letting go meant losing it entirely.

But now—

I let it pass.

And somehow,

it stays.

Light, Even After

It ended.

Of course it did.

All beautiful things

have a way of folding into memory.

But it didn’t feel like loss.

More like

closing a book

and sitting there

for a while.

Not ready to move on.

Not needing to.

Because something

soft and golden

was still there.

A Few Personal Notes

A quieter part of the site. Writing that shapes taste, pacing, and the atmosphere I try to bring into visual work.