When Aadya was 11 years old, big changes came his way. He moved all the way from the United States to India—straight to the busy, colorful city of Bengaluru. No more quiet suburbs or yellow school buses. Now it was auto rickshaws, traffic jams, and the smell of dosas in the air.
His new home was in a big apartment complex called Divyasree Republic of Whitefield. It looked a bit like a hotel, with nice buildings, a clubhouse, and kids running around everywhere. Aadya thought it was cool—except when the water got cut or the Wi-Fi acted up.
Soon after moving, he joined Whitefield Global School, near Channasandra Road. He was nervous at first. New country, new school, new people—it was a lot. Plus, he had a strong American accent, curly hair that refused to behave, and his face still had that unique molten texture that made people look twice.
In sports, Aadya wasn't the best. Actually, he didn't like running at all. During races, his plan was simple: just walk and smile. He was a bit lazy (okay, very lazy), and a little chubby—but he didn't care. He liked being himself.
He made friends slowly, and they soon realized that Aadya was funny. Not the silly kind of funny, but the smart, sarcastic kind. He had the best one-liners in class and always had a clever answer (even when the teacher didn't ask a question).
Even though he had health problems—like a spinal issue and a stomach surgery—Aadya never gave up. He managed school, stood on his feet, and made people laugh along the way
Moving to India wasn't easy, but Aadya got used to it. He learned how to deal with power cuts, noisy traffic, and even how to argue with auto drivers like a pro. He still missed some things from the U.S., but he found a new kind of happiness in Bengaluru—one full of food, family, and funny school stories.