What makes a city uniquely itself?
Is it its geography, history, location?
Is it its leaders, aspirations, demographics?
Or is it a palpable spirit, wrought of a combination of all these, that seeps into
the soil over centuries, and charges the air, infecting residents and visitors alike?
Two decades of exploring her hometown - and reading, writing and talking about it - has convinced Roopa Pai that the last is true: cities are neither born nor made, they become.
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