My family and I went on a holiday to Kolar Gold fields. We stayed in a resort(farm) called Morritt Farms. We stayed there for 2 days. Over there we played cricket. We also went on a bullock cart ride. On the ride we kept on getting off the bullock cart and run in front and take pictures of the bullocks. We even saw deer. My father's friend also came with us. He is a German and he gifted us a card game. My father's friend was teaching my father mother and my sister how to play because the instructions were in German. The game they played was called Great Dal Muti (translated from German to english). That night there was a campfire. The fire was very big in the beginning. After about 45 minutes the wood was all burnt. We left for home early next day. We enjoyed our trip a lot.
I wrote this in May 2026 and then left it sitting in my drafts for six weeks. Partly because it feels more personal than what I usually put online. Partly because writing honestly about uncertainty is uncomfortable when most of us are busy performing certainty. And partly because I wasn’t entirely sure I believed all of it yet. I’m still not sure. But perhaps that’s the point. So, here goes. ----- May 2026 Two years ago, I moved back to India. I hadn't planned on it. In fact, if you'd told me in 2020, when I packed my bags and left Bangalore for France, that I'd be back in four years, I'd have laughed it off as a failure of imagination. The plan had always been to stay abroad and build a career in Europe. The universe, well, had other plans. Four years abroad had been, by most measures, a good run. Two years in France at Sciences Po, a well-paid summer internship in Paris, the youngest funded researcher on a research project between Princeton, Columbi...
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