r/vadodara

Hey everyone,

I’m in a bit of a tough spot at home right now and I’m looking for some help. I’ve got a 5-month-old male Bengal kitten who is the light of my life, but my current home environment is getting pretty stressful, and it’s just not fair to keep him in the middle of all that.

I’m looking for someone in Vadodara to foster him for about 6 months until I move into my own place.

A little about him: He’s fully vaccinated, perfectly litter-trained, and honestly just a great little guy. Bengals have a lot of energy, so he’d do best with someone who can give him some attention.

What the arrangement would look like: I’m not looking for someone to "take" him off my hands, I’m looking for a partner in this. I will cover 100% of his food, litter, and vet bills. You provide the space and the love, I’ll provide everything else. I’d love to come by once a week or so to hang out with him, he’s my boy, and I want to make sure I’m still a part of his routine.

If you’re a cat lover or have experience with high-energy breeds and think you could help us out, please shoot me a DM. I’d love to meet up, introduce you to him, and see if it’s a good vibe for everyone.

Really appreciate you guys taking the time to read this.

I am looking for double/triple sharing pg for boys for next month end near Alkapuri, Vadodra.
I am new over here and is looking for budget friendly pg. Attached washroom with AC is preferable.

Today while leaving my house for some work, I saw a dead squirrel lying on the road near my home. I don't know why, but it instantly made me feel sad. It was just a small moment in the day, but it stayed in my mind longer than I expected.

Maybe it's because I rarely see squirrels around now compared to when I was younger. I remember seeing them running around trees, walls, and rooftops so often. It made me wonder if we're slowly losing these little parts of everyday life without even realizing it.

Not sure about the Anime culture here!

Weekend is coming up!
Devil may cry season 2 just dropped!

Do we have culture of 420 🍁 and binge watching here? 😅

All posts here are of "authentic sour dough" pizzas.. but she really wants to have full desi indian pizza (but achaa) toh suggest some placess naaa...

Preferably in Akota. Alkapuri, Iskcon temple wale areas

Want to purchase belt and wallet, suggest good trustworthy shop/brand.

Me and my friend both love pizza. He is from Ahmedabad. I’m from Baroda and we both have a competition whose city sell the better pizza.
He treated me with sourdough pizza at Si Nonna, can someone please suggest me where can I take him for good pizza in Baroda which could possibly give a good competition to Ahmedabad?

Edit: the pizza needs to be sourdough.

Hi everyone,

I do a lot of maths rough work and practice questions daily, so I’m looking for places in Vadodara where I can buy rough pages or rough notebooks in bulk preferably by kg or at very cheap rates.

If you know any shops, markets, or even online sellers that are good for this, please suggest. Thanks!

How many of them love the stuff you get there??

What is the best Gujarati Thali you can get in Vadodara and approx price?

Suggest for a surprise for a friend on her birthday.

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/vadodara/s/QCTbYygHqj

This went on for days. Maybe 3 or 4 days straight.

The tapping never really stopped. At first it was only coming from the storage room but after a while it started happening all over the house. The kitchen, the front door, the staircase leading upstairs, sometimes even from below their beds. Yes I know how ridiculous that sounds. Like some cliché horror movie shit. But this is exactly what was happening according to both my mum and maasi.

At this point both of them were getting genuinely terrified because they weren’t even sure anymore if this was supposed to be my naniji or something else entirely.

One afternoon both of them were home alone again when the tapping started. This time they got frustrated more than scared and decided they wanted to figure out what was actually making the sound. So they gathered whatever bravery they had left and went downstairs toward the storage room.

The tapping was still happening.

My maasi knocked on the door.

Three taps came back immediately.

That was enough for them to open it.

The room was dark because the windows were shut. And the storage itself was pretty large. They turned on the lights expecting to finally catch whatever was inside.

Nothing.

No person.
No animal.
Nothing hiding anywhere.

Just old equipment, an old fridge and a few books lying around.

No logical explanation at all.

They stood there confused for a few seconds trying to understand where the sound could possibly be coming from.

Then they turned around toward the door.

There were blood marks all over it.

From top to bottom.

Both of them completely panicked and ran outside the house straight toward the neighbour’s place. The neighbours calmed them down and called my nanaji explaining what had happened. He came back home immediately and checked the storage room himself.

And sure enough there were marks on the door.

Except it wasn’t blood.

It was ketchup.

That completely changed how my nanaji started viewing the situation. He became convinced the grief and denial after losing their mother was badly affecting both girls mentally and they needed proper psychiatric help.

So both my mum and maasi were sent for grief therapy in Ahmedabad where they stayed with relatives for a couple of weeks. And honestly, for some time it seemed like the therapy had actually worked.

The tapping stopped.

Or at least they stopped hearing it.

One night after work my nanaji decided to take both daughters and one of their friends out for dinner. When they returned home later that night, something immediately felt wrong to him.

Some of the lights inside the bungalow were on.

At first he thought maybe he simply forgot to switch them off before leaving.

But when they entered the house he noticed the furniture looked slightly different too. Not overturned or broken. Just… moved.

Small changes.

The kind only someone living there everyday would notice.

And my mum and maasi couldn’t have done it because they were with him the whole evening.

Then he entered one of the ground floor rooms.

The room was filthy.

There was food scattered everywhere like someone had been eating inside the house while they were gone. There were strange scratches across the walls and near the windows.

And right above one of the windows something had been carved into the wall.

“Marry me.”

That’s when my nanaji realised there was definitely somebody else inside the bungalow.

And almost immediately after that he heard the tapping again.

Same sound.

Coming from the storage room.

He immediately told my mum and maasi to go upstairs into their room while he checked downstairs himself.

He opened the storage room door and found a man standing inside holding a sickle.

He was wearing a white kurta and white pyjama. According to my nanaji his eyes looked abnormally wide, almost like he was heavily drugged or mentally unstable.

The man pointed the sickle toward him, almost signalling for him to back away.

My nanaji stayed calm and slowly started moving backward toward the staircase without turning his back on the man.

The second he reached the stairs the man suddenly lost it and charged toward him.

My nanaji ran upstairs immediately and pushed my mum and maasi inside one of the rooms while trying to shut the door before the man reached them.

But the man got there before the door fully closed.

My nanaji was holding the door shut with all his strength while the man tried forcing it open from outside.

In the middle of all that chaos my maasi jumped out of the first floor window and ran toward the neighbours for help.

Eventually my nanaji somehow managed to force the door shut completely.

By the time the neighbours arrived with a bat after hearing the screams, they could only hear my mum crying inside the room.

The man was gone.

Police arrived soon after and searched the entire bungalow but couldn’t find him anywhere.

Apparently he escaped through the back door.

The only thing left behind was the sickle lying downstairs in the hall.

This part also ended up getting bigger than expected. I’ll be dropping Part 3 in a while about who that person actually was.

Is there any place in the city where some people gather around to play basketball. Some places like open for all where I can shoot some hoops and maybe play small matches.

That service centre is just pathetic at everything. Wrong-doings in appointments, then there are delays in servicing and repairs. The staff is super rude and non-compliant.

I have had this experience every time I have been there. I think they also add on extra and non-required services to make more money(? Just a presumptive claim).

Do you people have similar experiences?
Where to give my two-wheeler for servicing, cause TVS is bumhole.

Hi

If you’re living near Alkapuri,Gotri, Sevasi or vasna.

I want to join a Gym near this areas. Pls drop your experience or review the gym you’ve joined.

I’ve visited couple of gyms but I want some genuine reviews.

Thx

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