LOVE & LOVE Only
The aroma of filter coffee, a constant in our South Indian household, was stronger than usual that morning. Dad was already on a conference call, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the house, while Mom bustled around the kitchen, her bangles jangling a familiar tune. Vinay, my older brother, was probably still asleep, the lucky so-and-so. He was living the Bangalore dream, or so it seemed. I, Vishal, was a chip off the old block, following Vinay’s path right into the heart of the IT world. Now, I was about to join him in Bangalore, a city that … Read more