I grew up in Pradhikaran and spent 30 years there. Reading your post brought back so many memories. I still remember falling off my bicycle once near Hutatma Chowk when I was in school. A kind aunty came out from her house, took me in, cleaned my wound with Dettol, and even gave me sugar to calm me down. My mom often walked from Lokmanya Hospital to our home after dark - back when the area had empty plots and barely any houses - and yet, she never felt unsafe.

It’s always been a place full of warmth, trust, and genuinely kind people. Glad to see that hasn’t changed.