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...
Hi Sanjith,
ReplyDeleteYes, actually, you horn is quite shrill to listen to from a nearby distance. It can really scare someone and they will think there is an angry hen behind them.
- Rakesh
hahahahhahaa, I love your horn, even without hearing it. :)
ReplyDeleteNo....it does not scare anyone. In fact ALL the kids in our complex LOVE it. They always honk the horn when they pass by the cycle...
ReplyDeletehahahahahhaa, I guess your mother would hear other kids torturing "her" with the noise, as they are passing by the cycle.
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