Nekhbet

In 2016, when I moved to Bangalore, it was driven by an urge to explore life beyond the coziness of my hometown. Veering off the path of literature, I stumbled into library science – a shift so different but yet familiar. Just like how Bangalore was, far enough to excite and close to comfort. My early days in Bangalore were a whirlwind. It was the first time I was staying away from home, staying alone for the first time, staying in a hostel. I placed by first order via Zomato and Swiggy, booked a ride through Uber, and got my groceries via Big Basket. A kaleidoscope of new experiences. The cosmopolitan city spoke tongues that I couldn’t comprehend, often leaving me teary-eyed. But this pushed me to learn Hindi and Kannada. I was navigating traffic, language, love and life. By the time I decided to pursue a PhD, my roots flourished in Bangalore. A city like no other. From a halt, it evolved into a place where I belonged. It is not my second home; it is my home. I am my truest self h...

The love of my mother is in making us independent. The love of my mother in law is waking us up at 5, so we get hot water before the electricity goes off for the day. The love of him is in asking me to keep myself warm in the blanket he has wore instead calling me in for cuddles The love of my brother is in sharing dark humour rather than share his fear The love of my father is in worrying about me  The love of my appapa is in protecting me.  The love of my friends are in talking sane to me and the love of my sisters in law is in dressing me up The love of the grand old people are in blessings that I have received and the love of the God is the life I lead The love and it's manifestations