The Never-Ending Question “Who am I?” If I had a rupee for every time I asked myself this question, I’d probably be rich enough to never need a career plan. I’m eighteen. That awkward stage where kids younger than me already seem to have their lives figured out—career goals, startup ideas, even backup dreams in case their first dreams fail. Meanwhile, I’m standing here debating between becoming a singer or a potato. Honestly? Potato sounds peaceful. Potatoes don’t need LinkedIn profiles. Life in Bangalore (Or, How I Only Know One Route) When people hear the word “wanderer,” they imagine sunsets, airports, and Instagram-worthy captions. Not me. My version of wandering is standing in my balcony, watching autos speed by. I’ve lived in Bangalore my entire life, yet I only know the route from school to home. That’s it. If you asked me to navigate beyond that, I’d probably panic and call my mom for directions. And yet, the same people who’ve seen me faint in malls now expect me to move a...

         My Journey with Dogs: Love, Loss, and                           Unbreakable Bonds I’ve always wondered—how can anyone hate dogs? Just look at them! Their love is pure, their loyalty is unmatched, and I bet you won’t find a personality like theirs in any human. On that note, let me take you through my journey with dogs—a story of love, loss, and the irreplaceable bond we share with them. Maggie & Sandy: My First Companions My first dogs were Maggie and Sandy. Maggie was a fierce German Shepherd, while Sandy was a street dog we adopted. But Sandy looked so much like a Golden Retriever that my aunt was always proud of her “selection.” She appeared like a posh dog that had been pampered since birth. Maggie, on the other hand, was a true guard dog—no one dared to come near our gate because of her. Sandy, however, was just a bundle of joy. But life wasn’t always kind. One day, someone po...