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 I am Navya, a 24 year old engineer/wife/student/daughter/sister/reader/wonderer.Iam a momentary extrovert,but still cannot afford to be in the middle of a big gang.I feel it is suffocating most of the times or it is my inferiority which is stopping me IDK.Question is what  should I be  less proud of? 

Growing up I had everything what a child could dream of except someone to talk to me or pamper me.I grew up in a traditional Brahmin Landlord family who would make faces when I laughed a lot or asked for something which was not conventional. May be  that is what made me a miser or to think more in a practical way.I sometimes think why am I not like my peers? Why am I not following them? Should I be following the trend? Even If I follow, will I be happy?

I wanted to be a  teacher or a lawyer or a farmer. I ended up as an engineer. I wanted to study history.I wanted to have slow mornings in an old Mangalore tiled house.But these seem like a dream now.Will I ever get the courage to embrace my dream? 

People who know me either they forget me because of my habit of cutting of the bonds with them or they remember me for the various topics I talk upon when I meet them.I am failing the art of mastering the balance between them.

The purpose of this blog was to showcase/find more of what I want  and what I feel happy about! 

It is also to journal the slow life which I may practice. It is also  about what I feel and How I should have felt!

Oops!I forgot to introduce myself!

As mentioned above I am Navya,a tall girl who could have been an athlete/model(if face permitted so).
Also,I get jealous of others if they are taller than me.I am from the western coast of Karnataka called Kumta.I can make you envious if I go on saying that we could witness Arabian sea from our school which was on the top of a hill. I was a single child for most of my childhood and I have a huge generational gap with my younger brother. My dad is interested in Plays whereas my mom was interested in novels.Now I feel both of them have lost interest in life itself.I was always being mocked for my skin colour and being skinny.I mean how would that even bother them?

Now fast forwarding to my current life(Detailed episodes on my school is yet to come hehe),I loved a guy who was into literature and short movies.I fell in love with him also because of the college he studied(implying how good he was in studies,I am nerd,so happens).We got married and he calls me a little old school,but still I assume he loves me.We are opposites,but still that keeps us together. Too filmy isn't it?
Coming to what I like is,I like Bhavageete,I like Ghazal,I like my maternal grandparents,I like to trek,I like to watch vintage stuffs,I like to read,I like to write and I like to lead a peaceful life (which I am struggling to).

Question is how much is too much? In every aspect of life.How to fine tune somethings? Quest is still on and hopefully in the coming blogs I will try unfold myself,my thoughts even more.
So shall I name this as " Journey towards being a social butterfly?"
                                                                                                                      ~Navya Hegde,BLR
                                                                                                                       10:56 PM,28/08/24
               








 

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