In a quiet corner of Bangalore, beneath old trees and fading light, a young girl once found her rhythm.

Through evening walks along Davis Road and long hours spent inside Richards Park, memory began to settle into something lasting — unhurried, steady, and deeply personal.

The Roads That Led Me Back is a reflective return to the spaces that shape us quietly: the roads we walk without urgency, the benches where we sit without expectation, and the moments that linger long after we leave them behind.

In a city that has grown louder and faster, this book pauses. It revisits shaded streets, familiar footsteps, and the quiet comfort of childhood memory — reminding us that some places never truly leave us. They remain within us, waiting.

A gentle memoir about belonging, change, and the quiet persistence of memory.