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Nanna Bangalore

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 here, a version I cherish and embrace And one day, I will return, for this is where I began, where I grew, and where I’ll always belong.

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