Beautiful Bangalore

I got obsessed with looking at photos of old Bangalore – it’s one of those things that happens when one research topic leads to the googling of another and then another and then … you know where it ends, if it ever ends. It made me nostalgic for the kind of Bangalore I grew up in. Ones where we’d build a makeshift tent in the backyard in the summer, where the roads were full of cycling teenagers and intense games of street cricket. Sometimes I forget that in all this 21st century pollution and greyness and smog and traffic (Oh god, the traffic!), that Bangalore is still green and it still has pockets of magic just waiting to blow your mind if you know where to look at it.

I knew this without a shadow of a doubt as I was rushing home after work and you could just see the monsoon storm clouds rolling in. You know what Bangalore is when you can run with a bag on your head to chai aunty and ask for a hot cuppa. You know when you’re sitting on the old swing on someone’s old Bangalore house and you see the trees that are centuries old, that were once parts of woods – they have seen and will see everything.

You know Bangalore is beautiful when you look at views like these!

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Oh to fall in love with your city all over again!