Love the last sentence of this and I'm looking forward to these essays. I feel I've been split between places most of life, my parents were divorced and lived in two different states and now that is as much a part of me as anything else.
I so resonated with your thoughtful words, Richa...as someone who has lived in several cities and countries, I am forever restless and intuitively wondering when/where my next home will be:) However, in the course of this restlessness and wondering, I realise I should be savouring and appreciating the home that I have made out of the place I am presently in. In my cynical moments, I have many bones to pick with Bangalore, ha but I remind myself constantly that it has given me much joy and *cheesy mom alert* my daughter:) And the last line, sigh...for me too, Bangalore has seen a renaissance in my writing style and subjects and for that I am always grateful:)
When I read this, I remembered a moment from earlier in the year. I was doing the usual thinking about home, where it was, etc., and I realized that the familiar turmoil of feelings that usually accompanied these thoughts was absent. I suddenly understood that I’d found home. It looked like a writer’s room, and it was situated deep inside of me.
This is beautifully haunting: Even as I claim that Bangalore isn’t home, it’s at the gentle urging of its writers that I’m writing again, even if only in fits and starts. Where is home, after all, if not at the writer’s desk?
We hope to draw you in more into this in-between space, and look forward to essays that trace the sense of part-belonging.
What a skilful way to talk about a subject that you don't like. The questions though, effortlessly slip into the readers mind and linger on. Loved it ❤️
I thought I'd be bicoastal for decades. Now, I hardly like to leave my writer's desk. Am I producing on Substack much? Nope. About two months ago I contemplated leaving the US. Then I thought about my grandmother's bedroom set I remember as a child when I slept over and my feet found her stomach but she didn't mind. I never thought I'd be focused on creature comforts but as I've aged I certainly have done so. As always, you write beautifully. Like an exquisite specialty item, so difficult to find and much more difficult to enjoy regularly.
Love the last sentence of this and I'm looking forward to these essays. I feel I've been split between places most of life, my parents were divorced and lived in two different states and now that is as much a part of me as anything else.
I so resonated with your thoughtful words, Richa...as someone who has lived in several cities and countries, I am forever restless and intuitively wondering when/where my next home will be:) However, in the course of this restlessness and wondering, I realise I should be savouring and appreciating the home that I have made out of the place I am presently in. In my cynical moments, I have many bones to pick with Bangalore, ha but I remind myself constantly that it has given me much joy and *cheesy mom alert* my daughter:) And the last line, sigh...for me too, Bangalore has seen a renaissance in my writing style and subjects and for that I am always grateful:)
When I read this, I remembered a moment from earlier in the year. I was doing the usual thinking about home, where it was, etc., and I realized that the familiar turmoil of feelings that usually accompanied these thoughts was absent. I suddenly understood that I’d found home. It looked like a writer’s room, and it was situated deep inside of me.
This is beautifully haunting: Even as I claim that Bangalore isn’t home, it’s at the gentle urging of its writers that I’m writing again, even if only in fits and starts. Where is home, after all, if not at the writer’s desk?
We hope to draw you in more into this in-between space, and look forward to essays that trace the sense of part-belonging.
What a skilful way to talk about a subject that you don't like. The questions though, effortlessly slip into the readers mind and linger on. Loved it ❤️
I thought I'd be bicoastal for decades. Now, I hardly like to leave my writer's desk. Am I producing on Substack much? Nope. About two months ago I contemplated leaving the US. Then I thought about my grandmother's bedroom set I remember as a child when I slept over and my feet found her stomach but she didn't mind. I never thought I'd be focused on creature comforts but as I've aged I certainly have done so. As always, you write beautifully. Like an exquisite specialty item, so difficult to find and much more difficult to enjoy regularly.