I grew up watching a driver shift gears in an Ambassador, listening to stories of my grandma who learnt to drive at 55. I wanted that — the freedom, the control, the confidence of going wherever I wanted. It took me decades, two
driving instructors, a pandemic, and a Maruti S-Presso to get there. And then, finally — four hours each way to Sakleshpur.
When You Need Gentle Hope
For the days you need to believe something better is coming









