My City, My Home- by choice

Exactly three years ago I moved to this conspicuous city with a pre-decided 2 year round trip. A city that was nothing like mine. A city that had ways of its own and wasn’t scared of being judged. This city that’s commonly known as the IT hub/ silicon valley of India or just Namma Bengaluru.

I didn’t know the language nor did I know it’s layout systems. I wasn’t familiar with its diversity and wasn’t prepared for its free spirits. I was like the lamb of the silence.

Now when I return, it feels more like home than any other place. Unlike the city I grew up in, where everything was just handed to me- right from my belongingness to my identity; this city was the wild hunt. It’s mine today because I made it.

Today, the energy raises my spirits. The chance to walk from one destination to the next puts a smile across my face. The chance to wander makes me excited. And the possibility of being here is all I need sometimes, to keep going.

Maybe that’s why being lost is important. Because that’s when you make connects that are yours to lay claims on? Is that why a self earned is always more valuable than a gift or hand-me-down?

Today, I have a family that runs just as deeply as blood in me. I have stories that are bases to life lessons. I have had experiences that have defined me. I have a personality that has much to do with being here.

Have you felt at home the way I do today, sitting in a hotel room?

Maybe that’s what counts- belonging to someplace in a way that you don’t ever doubt yourself nor your possibilities.

 

Try It

Try it sometime, she said.

Try breathing…breathe till your lungs are on fire and cry for mercy.

Try walking the street with no makeup on. Just once.

Try, because you deserve to know.

Try because it is going to tell you thing you have been wanting to hear.

Try and listen to people. Because this time, they might just be honest.

Try because this time you aren’t the meticulously perfect child of melancholy.

And when you do hear it honey, don’t be disappointed.

Try and remember why you took the chance.

Try to face look yourself in the eye.

Try to use no math or logic.

Try not to sweat it too much.

Try smiling at your scars.

Try remembering every time you fell.

Try to recollect each face that helped you up,

And when you have a list of them, let them know their help is much appreciated.

Try breathing… breathe till your lungs can swell no more, because honey they’ll never burn again…

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A song to go with the mood: https://youtu.be/wEJd2RyGm8Q