A Love Letter to Odisha

I left Odisha at eighteen, the way many people from Odisha leave: with a scholarship to somewhere better, a family that had made real sacrifices to create that possibility, and the complicated mixture of gratitude and guilt that characterizes first-generation departure from a place you love and cannot fully stay in.

I have been leaving and returning ever since. Each return teaches me something about where I came from that the leaving made invisible.

What Odisha is

Odisha is a state of approximately 46 million people on the eastern coast of India, bordered by the Bay of Bengal to the east and forested hills to the west. It has natural wealth — coal, iron ore, bauxite — that has made it important to India's industrial development while not making Odishans particularly wealthy. It has cultural wealth — the Konark temple, the Jagannath tradition, one of the oldest surviving artistic traditions in India — that most of the world has never encountered. It has a coastline that should be one of the great tourism destinations of South Asia.

It also has persistent poverty metrics that put it among the lower half of Indian states, a talent outflow that takes its most educated people to Bangalore, Hyderabad, and Pune, and an institutional capacity that has improved but lags what the state's natural and human endowments should have produced.

This gap — between what Odisha is and what it could be — is the central tension I carry from having grown up there.

What it gave me

Growing up in a place that was not at the center of things taught me something that I did not fully appreciate until I left: the experience of wanting something that your immediate environment cannot provide is an education in motivation that more abundant environments do not produce.

Ambition formed differently where I grew up. It was not ambient — not the natural result of being surrounded by people who were achieving things and an ecosystem that made achievement visible and legible. It was made, deliberately, out of a combination of specific examples (the teacher who had done something, the relative who had gotten out), a family that treated education as a survival strategy, and a self-consciousness about the distance between where I was and where I wanted to be.

I am not suggesting that disadvantage is developmental. The students in Odisha who did not get the specific combination of luck and support and information that I got did not benefit from the disadvantage — they were held back by it, in ways that produced genuine loss. The asset I am describing is not disadvantage itself but a specific response to it that I was fortunate enough to develop.

What I carry from Odisha is a specific quality of groundedness — a sense of where things come from and what they cost — that I think the environment produced and that I would not trade.

What I want for it

I want Odisha to be a place that people can build a life in, rather than a place they leave to build a life elsewhere.

Not because leaving is wrong — leaving has been the right decision for many people, including me — but because a state that consistently exports its most capable people is missing something important. The ecosystem that talented people build when they stay — the institutions, the businesses, the mentorship networks, the cultural density — is not produced when they leave. The absence compounds over time.

The conditions for this are becoming more possible. Remote work has changed the calculus. Infrastructure has improved. The cost difference between building in Bhubaneswar versus Bengaluru has narrowed. There are founders and professionals who are choosing to build in Odisha in ways that would have been harder to sustain a decade ago.

This is early and fragile. What would make it durable is investment — in quality of life, in institutional capacity, in the specific things that make a place attractive enough that choosing to stay feels like a reasonable decision rather than a sacrifice.

I spend more time now thinking about what that investment looks like, and where I can contribute to it, than I did when I first left. The love letter got clearer with distance.