The 400 Word Intro to Rajeshwari.

 Hey there! I'm Rajeshwari Kannan.

A dreamer, a lover, a writer and a student of life!

As a Biotechnologist, I have always been curious about the science of things and life. So my love to learn new things (especially Biology)  is always never-ending.

I love visiting scientific exhibitions, talks, workshops, and conferences, in an unceasing quest for knowledge. Fret not, I do enjoy a park or a beach on a Sunday afternoon, to spend time with family... like all other wonderful humans with a social life

I have a keen eye for details as an observer and I adore the universe for all her might and beauty. I'm an ambivert who feels a lot and has realized the key to expressing myself is through Writing.

I found writing to be a powerful escape - an escape from reality, the chaos, and the mundane routine.

It lets me express myself and I know I can write pages on and on with no interruption when the words pour out of me and my pen bleeds my thoughts avoiding the void of Pitch Black.

Thanks to this amazing skill, I get to communicate with folks around me without having the embarrassing moment of fumbling or being lost for words.

As much as I call myself a writer, I love a captivating story and am fascinated by many, stories around me but I always look forward to stories inside someone's soul. I strongly believe there is a story in every person we've met, apart from believing in Jack frost and Toothfaries of course!

I know I am good at academic content, blogging, and writing SEO content. But again, if the job has got anything to do with writing - my mind bursts with ideas, my pen clicking anxiously with a tinge of joy and I'll just be in a state of being - cumulating of all the feelings I feel.

Coffee and music help me write, they calm me down as I collect my thoughts when I'm at a task. I try to keep my writing in a conversational tone to speak to the reader, hoping it reaches them. Sometimes it's a fail, well, give me some time, if we're ever in an era with Web9.32 I can probably send my voice to you too! Until then, I shall try to write what I have in my mind.

That's 400 words,
Cheers to coffee and everything beyond!

RK

17.23

30/06/2022

An honest confession

 On the night of 16th June, a Thursday, I lie beside my Ma as we try to slumber ourselves and rest for the day.

A song plays from my Spotify through the bluetooth speakers; a song from the 2010s, giving me a chance to reminisce about the youthful days spent as a child in Bangalore.

I don't know how or why, but I could only think of Bengaluru then. I didn't think of school or friends or family or all the memories of my experiences. Just Bengaluru.

Upon closing my eyes, I could see and feel Bengaluru in all her beauty and glory, the cool wind, the bad roads and traffic and the morning mist I'd wake up to. The morning chills that make my coffee go cold, the Namma Metro I'm always so proud of. The filter kapi shop at every nook and corner in the morning with people who wake up with the city. The aroma of caffeine and petrichor in the Bengaluru air.

I cried as silently as I can, clenching onto my pillow as if I'm trying to not let go of it. I cried in acceptance that I miss Bengaluru, my city, my birthplace and I miss that I cannot come back to it for a very long time.

Alas, I should've been careful about what I wished for. I always had a memory of wishing to be at a new place on my 25th Birthday but didn't know at what cost.

So here are 2 lessons I take away,
1. Everything comes at a price, even a wish to start a new life in a different city.
2. I know I miss Bengaluru more than I've missed my friends

I write this with a heavy heart and a wanting for my Bengaluru soil. The aroma of it. The texture of it. The Earthen Essence of Bengaluru.

To be able to see my Namma Bengaluru again, to be able to breathe in the Bengaluru air, to be able to have another filter kapi and Benne Mysore Masala Dose... 
To be Alive, in Namma Bengaluru...

Have you ever cried for a place? Have you longed to be there again? What's your birthplace? Would you cry if you migrate away from it?

Let me know. We're all human after all...

Until later,
Your blogger,
R