Sunday, 26 Nov 2023, 7 AM On a rustic chair that seems like it is from another era, I sit with my jacket as the breeze nudges the wind chimes, as if to greet me this morning. I breathe in not just the nature around me, but the solitude, the calmness and the stories of all those who were here before me. Not in Bengaluru have I ever managed to sit up this early on a Sunday morning to experience the calmness. If at all, I must have been trying to hear closely and trying to understand the lyrics of the song blaring from the garbage collecting vehicle (precisely at 6:50 AM). The place is nestled in Sakleshpur— Halemane ( Kannada; hale =old, mane =home)—Dev's home. Four of us landed here last afternoon, weary tourists at the entrance, all silently weighing in on the choice they had made. Though rustic, welcoming and beautiful in a strange sort of way, it just felt too disconnected from civilisation—until of course, Dev stepped out to greet us along with Naveen, ...
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