Liberties and Longings
I’ve always sort of associated every city or place I’ve stayed in with a particular feeling- a word, a notion, something that captures its soul and what it has meant to me. Kolkata thus has always been home (no brainer, really); my grandfather’s house has been nostalgia ; and college has been liberty (or the illusion of it, now that I am in third year almost) . And now, as my time in Bangalore slowly draws to a close, I find myself wondering: what word would best describe this city to me? My first instinct was passion- because what could possibly be a better word for the city that could ignite such newfound fire in one, both for life and work. There’s an almost obnoxious kind of courage that Bangalore seems to possess- one that pushes you out of your comfort zone again and again. It is new. There are no preconceived notions you have to live up to. You can be whoever you want to be. And that meant I could finally live out every fantasy that fifteen-year-old me had scribbled dow...
