Most of my friends know me as someone who grew up in Kammagondanahalli, where I spent my school days and much of my youth. Recently, I moved to the outskirts, but for over twenty years, that middle-class family home was my world—a space that felt both familiar and luxurious in its own way.
In rural areas, owning a home is more than just having a roof over your head. It’s a treasure passed down through generations, a foundation that nurtures families and memories alike. Every corner tells a story, and the house itself becomes a guardian of traditions.
Urban living, on the other hand, often lacks that sentiment. Many choose rented flats, moving from one place to another as convenience dictates. The deep emotional bond with a house—the sense of permanence and security—is less common.
Yet, whether rural or urban, the first instinct when you occupy a home is to ensure it is safe—that it remains untouched by intruders. This safety is often invisible, like a silent guardian.
No one can disturb the peace of your home unless they first undo the protective knots tied by its occupants. These knots are not literal strings or charms placed outside your door—they are symbolic bonds, crafted with care and vigilance by those who cherish the home.
There will always be someone who tries to unravel these knots, seeking to make your space vulnerable. So, if you enjoy the safety and comfort of your home, take a moment to thank the people who have tied these knots for you—the ones who guard your sanctuary, often silently and selflessly.
Because behind every safe home, there is love, care, and a knot that keeps the world at bay.
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