Shiva Prasad: The Storyteller with Curls and Chaos

If there’s one person who could narrate a traffic jam and make it sound like a blockbuster, it’s Shiva Prasad. 

At 22, he’s not just a boy from Andhra Pradesh—he’s a walking, talking narrative, wrapped in unruly curls and colourful shirts!

Shiva’s hair has its own personality—thick, dark, and unapologetically wild. Those curls frame his face like nature’s way of saying, "This one doesn’t follow rules." Every now and then, you’ll catch him running a finger through them, as if rearranging the thoughts he’s about to spill next.

He’s got that rugged charm, the kind that makes you curious. A slightly rough-around-the-edges vibe that feels real. No filters. No pretence. Just stories—raw, full of life, and dripping with detail.

You’ll rarely see Shiva repeat an outfit. One day it’s a teal shirt, the next day burnt orange, always paired with trousers that say, “I’m here for comfort, not conformity.” His style is as expressive as his tales—bold, individualistic, and ever-evolving.

Standing tall at 5'11", with wheatish skin that glows under the southern sun, Shiva carries his Andhra roots with pride. But his stories? They travel farther than any map could show. Whether he’s talking about a temple back home, a bus ride that turned into a revelation, or a stranger’s act of kindness, he makes you feel it. Fully. Deeply.

What makes him unforgettable isn’t just what he says—it’s how he says it. With passion. With punchlines. With pauses that hold your breath hostage. His energy is infectious, almost like a monsoon wind that sweeps through a sleepy town and wakes everything up.

So, if you ever find yourself at a chai tapri or under a banyan tree, and you hear a voice gathering a crowd, odds are that it’s Shiva. You may just want to stay a while. You won’t regret it.