Growing up, we are always taught how different every Indian state is. Textbooks, TV, and people around us constantly talk about our diversity—how languages change every few kilometers, how food habits are totally different, and how clothes and traditions vary from state to state. For a long time, I actually believed that people from different states had almost nothing in common except living in the same country.
That perspective really started to change when I moved to Hyderabad and began living in the South, along with traveling to different places. Moving to a new state makes you observe things much closely than a short trip does. Chatting with colleagues, neighbors, and people from all over India, you suddenly feel this strong, unsaid connection. Beneath all our different languages and daily habits, there is something silent yet powerful that binds us all together as Indians.
I felt this most during festival times while living here. Earlier, I used to think Durga Puja was strictly a Bengali festival, and Navratri was mostly a North Indian thing. But living in the South during this time opened my eyes—seeing streets decorated with lights, homes setting up traditional displays, and people worshipping the Goddess with the exact same heart and energy. It is the same story with harvest festivals—whether it is Sankranti, Pongal, or Bihu—or small traditions like eating Pachadi during the New Year, having Satuan, or paying respects to our ancestors on Mahalaya Amavasya. We might use different regional names, but living across these cultures makes you realize that at the end of the day, we are all celebrating the exact same feeling.