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A Small Town Girl In a City feat. Twach Store

I grew up in a small town called Durgapur, where you do and say something and everybody knows about it. You see it in-front of you, the small town gossips everywhere. The small town gossips – “Oh did you hear about her!” or “Did you hear what went on in that household?”. So I learned at a very young age to just keep my mouth shut. Everyone in my town is married with children or about to have. So it’s a little hard when you go home and people are like “Why aren’t you married, is there something wrong?” and I’m like “It doesn’t happen for everyone right off the bat.” I love the small town vibes.

My life was made up of, you know, going to school, eating amazing road side junk for Rs.2, heading back home with friends and playing outdoor games afterwards. With a small town mentality, you decide early whether to go according to the book or just go on your own way and not care. Mostly go according to the book! We all wanted to be same, look same and scared of being different. Growing up in Durgapur, it gave me two things – sense of place and self consciousness. Self-consciousness about one’s education and exposure which was limited. On the other hand, limited possibilities also meant creating your own option. The desire to be away sounded adventurous. I wanted to see the city life and experience what people said whenever they come back to the small town to visit from the city.

I still remember my first time in Bangalore, was the first day of my college. Before I came to the city, I was instructed to be obedient and careful, which I followed for two weeks. A small town girl is scared to be different and tries her level best to mix with others. But unfortunately, my fancy vibrant pink backpack created a stir in college. My seniors started calling me with names like “Hey, Pink Bag!”. There I was, an innocent small town girl with a pink bag on her shoulder(scared to death), walking straight to her hostel from college without making any eye contact with anyone. Initially, I was petrified because I didn’t know what they would ask me. But later in life, that pink bag helped me build a strong network that let me live carefree in this city. City life gives you more than what you expect and also surprises you. I have learnt from my mistakes and the hardships of life better here. That prepared an ordinary person that I was into an extraordinary person I am today. I am The Small Town Blogger with Big City Dreams.

This post is dedicated to that “Pink Bag” that changed my life and to my small town – Durgapur, where everyone knows everyone (and everything).

I am here with this “Blue Bag” to make history. You don’t have to carry a designer bag that costs more than a car to look cool.

Photography – Kslenscapes

Outfit Details –

Skirt – Forever21

Top – Myntra

Cape – Koovs

Bag – Twach Store

Check out more on their website Twach Store.




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“Whether you live in a city or a small town, and whether you drive a car, take the bus or ride a train, at some point in the day, everyone is a pedestrian” – Anthony Foxx

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21 thoughts on “A Small Town Girl In a City feat. Twach Store”

  1. Oh wow! I spent the first 9 years of my life in Durgapur as well! And went to Carmel, only mentioning that because I feel like so many girls from Durgapur would grow up in Carmel 😛 I then moved to different places across India, and frankly don’t have a lot of memories from Durgapur, but i will never forget the first place where i went to school! So nice to hear this story of yours from Durgapur to Bangalore…. 🙂


  2. Nice story of liberation from tranquil small town to chaos of big city. Both are unique in their own ways. One cannot be traded for the other. Only the individual grows to appreciate both.


  3. I love reading stories from girls that live in different countries that deal with similar issues I went through. It reminds me there’s more of the world than just where I am and there are millions of people experiencing similar things to me. Great post !


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