Here is the confession: I still compare new cities back to Patiala without even trying.
It happens in food, in humor, in how quickly people answer, in whether neighbors feel reachable, and in whether the place understands public warmth.
Sometimes the comparison is generous. Sometimes it is impossible.
Either way, home keeps shaping the scale.
I do not always say that out loud.
But it is there in the background almost every time.
Leave your own quiet confession about how Patiala still follows you around.