Welcome to WoMangalorean

Welcome to WoMangalorean

I’ve lived in Delhi and Gurgaon, where the hustle never sleeps, the buildings reach for the sky, and life runs in fast-forward. By all logic, I should miss it. The sophistication. The conveniences. The buzz of bright lights and busy roads.

But here in Mangalore... where palm trees sway lazily and the sea-salted air dances through my hair, I’ve found something better. Peace.

Maybe it’s the breeze that curls my hair just right. Or the seafood so fresh it feels like every meal is a little celebration. Or the gentle pace of life, where no one’s in a hurry… not even time.

Maybe it’s barefoot evening strolls by the beach, waves gently kissing my feet as my soul exhales. Or how I can drop by a friend’s home in my most unglamorous “home” clothes and be welcomed with open arms and a plate of something hot and delicious.

Maybe it’s how the wealthiest people wear simplicity like a second skin, and meals are always shared, no invitation required. There’s always enough food, always room at the table. Ice cream? A daily ritual. Kids? They make friends with zero judgment, zero fuss.

Maybe it’s the sun-kissed skin that doesn’t need makeup. Or how nature — from butterflies to snakes (yes, even them!) — coexists in surprising harmony.

It’s sipping beer in the afternoon sun, feeling content without overdoing it. It’s watching my children play with the caretaker’s kids, their laughter echoing through coconut groves and tiled courtyards.

In Mangalore, the world slows down — but my heart beats louder.

This isn’t just home. It’s a feeling. And WoMangalorean is my humble attempt to bottle that feeling — through stories, recipes handed down generations, and glimpses of the places and quirks that make this coastal town unforgettable.

So come on in. Let’s eat, share, and feel a little bit more... WoMangalorean.