Bengaluru To Vellore ( Part 2)

Her theory was amazing.... I reasoned her theory for the rest of the day.
Bangalore,is the place I was born.But like many other girls,I was told not to answer back,be a good girl,study well,not to talk to many boys ( major)and after some time it became a part of me,and slowly, even without realising, as if it had been my second nature, I became a good girl....and a good robot too. This place made not only me,but even my friends ,a robot,with feelings to be suppressed,to be minimised ,to not be shown ( who wants to garner attention).To work and work was our motto,and though my mother told me not to stress much,the damage was already done. I was broken completely...

But Vellore,
In one corner of Tamil nadu, where an essence of Vijay and Rajni as well as our diversity among different cultures in our university prevails,my hostel life changed me a lot. Made me an extrovert again,feel confident about myself and made me a human, again. Let it be my friends or my roomies,they are always there for me, to take care of me.

Bangalore taught me the reality of life ,but in a cruel manner.But Vellore taught me to love myself whatever happens,to feel confident about myself and to talk a little more,to care a little more and feel a little more and be stronger.( I miss my mom's food though)

Though Bangalore is my place of birth , where I was born,but Vellore is my hometown.
Thanks Irene,for making me realise about this. If you read this,I am always grateful to you.

( This view is quite personal.)