Moved Out. Kind Of.

They say moving out is about freedom. About carving your own path, putting distance between you and the nest.
But mine? Mine came with a shortcut to maa ke haath ka daal chawal.

Yep — I moved out. Just... three floors up. Same building. New vibe. Old smells of tadka still reach my window by 2 PM sharp.

At first, I thought the joy would be about calling friends over at odd hours or playing music without being shushed. But turns out, it was something way more unexpected — a vacuum cleaner. And organizers. I mean, who knew a drawer divider could bring this much inner peace?

Mopping the floor after a long workday? Therapeutic.
Washing utensils? Meditative.
Refilling the fridge with overpriced almond milk? A rite of passage.

This 2BHK isn’t just my space — it’s my lab, my studio, my war room. The team works here now. Big ideas, small chores — both live here together. I'm building everything I’ve ever dreamt of from this apartment — a future that smells faintly of Vim and ambition.

And somewhere in all this domestic chaos, I get it.
I get why my dad enjoys doing household chores and cooking.
There’s a quiet joy in maintaining what you’ve built with your own hands.

I guess I didn’t move away.
I just moved inward — into myself.

And if I ever mess up too bad, maa’s daal chawal is just a staircase away.