Hey!!! I’ll be visiting Bangalore for just one day. I’ll be staying near Ramaiah Institute of Technology and would mainly like to explore good food and nearby places.
Could you suggest a good full-day itinerary, keeping travel time and cost in mind? I’m especially interested mainly in food spots that are worth visiting nearby.
Thanks in advance!!!
I’m thinking about creating a Discord community for people who are planning to move to the Netherlands through the Orientation Year Visa, as well as people who are already in the Netherlands on the visa.
The community would be for:
The idea is to have a simple community where people can ask questions, share their experiences, and help each other with things like the visa process, moving to the Netherlands, finding a job, accommodation, and other practical matters.
If you’re interested in joining or helping others, send me a DM and I’ll share the Discord group link.
It would be great to have people who have already gone through the process and are willing to share what they learned.
I’m not from Exeter originally. I moved there in 2022 without really knowing what to expect, and somehow ended up loving the place.
St Davids, the city centre, the Quayside, random walks from Uni and around the town, even the little everyday things. I stayed until January this year, and it’s been about eight months since I left.
I’ve lived abroad before, and honestly, I never expected Exeter to become a place I’d feel this attached to. But it did. The people were some of the nicest I’ve met, and over time it just started to feel like home.
For the last few days I’ve been thinking about it a lot. Maybe it’s just one of those phases, but I really miss the place. Not in a dramatic way, and I’m not unhappy with where I am now. I just didn’t realise how much Exeter had become my second home until I left.
My friend is doing census duty right now, walking house to house. He told me something that's been sitting heavy in my chest ever since.
Almost every home he visits tells the same story. An old couple, somewhere in their late 60s, sitting in a house built for a family of five or six. The children are gone. Studying abroad, working abroad, building lives abroad. The parents raised them, educated them, sent them off with pride, and now spend their evenings alone in rooms that used to be full of noise.
He said almost every single house. Not one or two. Almost every house.
I'm not against migration. It's given people better lives, better opportunities, things they'd never have gotten here. That part is clear and fair.
But I can't stop thinking about ten years from now, the next census. How many of these houses will even have someone left to answer the door? How many will just be locked gates and dusty verandahs, homes that raised a generation now standing empty like forgotten photographs.
We're not losing our elders to tragedy. We're losing them to silence, one empty room at a time. And Kerala, might be quietly aging into a land of shut doors.
Not blaming anyone. Just scared of what we're not talking about.
My friend is doing census duty right now, walking house to house. He told me something that's been sitting heavy in my chest ever since.
Almost every home he visits tells the same story. An old couple, somewhere in their late 60s, sitting in a house built for a family of five or six. The children are gone. Studying abroad, working abroad, building lives abroad. The parents raised them, educated them, sent them off with pride, and now spend their evenings alone in rooms that used to be full of noise.
He said almost every single house. Not one or two. Almost every house.
I'm not against migration. It's given people better lives, better opportunities, things they'd never have gotten here. That part is clear and fair.
But I can't stop thinking about ten years from now, the next census. How many of these houses will even have someone left to answer the door? How many will just be locked gates and dusty verandahs, homes that raised a generation now standing empty like forgotten photographs.
We're not losing our elders to tragedy. We're losing them to silence, one empty room at a time. And Kerala, might be quietly aging into a land of shut doors.
Not blaming anyone. Just scared of what we're not talking about.
A few years ago, I helped someone who had relocated to a new place. I did everything I could to make their transition easier, introduced them to local friends, showed them around, and supported them through the challenges of settling into a new environment. I never expected anything in return.
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Over time, they naturally became closer to the people I introduced them to, which is exactly what I wanted for them. I’m genuinely happy they found their community.
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The difficult part is that I eventually had to leave that place permanently. Since then, I’ve been going through a tough period myself, and sometimes I catch myself wishing someone would check in with me or send a simple text asking how I’m doing.
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I’m not angry with them, and I’m not disappointed in anyone. But when you have a lot of time alone with your thoughts, it’s hard not to wonder why the support you freely gave to others doesn’t always come back when you need it.
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Part of me tells myself that this is just life. People move on, relationships change, and no one owes us anything. But another part of me still feels hurt and left behind.