When I moved to Bangalore two years ago, I never thought I would write a blog post about it. Though this city gave me, and still does, a thousand joys, experiences, adventures, friends, enemies (!), and woes...jotting it down for digital consumption seemed just too cliche! The "New Girl in the City!", non-glamorised "Wake Up Sid" and the "#BangaloreDiaries" kind of cliche, you get my gist?
But then I never thought I would ever love a city either, did I? Being an Air Force kid means that you pick up your bags and get going every few years. Which gives you a taste for every place, but puts you in a tough position to answer questions like "Where are you from?" or "Which is your favourite city?" The second question had always been particularly tricky for me. I used to believe that my never having stayed at a place long enough was the reason for being "answer-less", if I may, but Delhi proved me wrong :P I was there ten years, and never fell in love (with it).
In a weirdly discrete timeline, Bangalore has been the city of my infancy, my childhood and now my womanhood. Which makes me wonder why was I so surprised at discovering my love for it. But anyway, this post is not about that. This post is about the fact that I am going to leave Bangalore soon. And that I am going to leave the people I love here behind. And that I am not yet ready to do that.
I have exactly 22 days left in the city, including today. And I vowed yesterday that I was going to make each one of them count. To capture everything and everyone I love in the city and express it here, so that when I am away, I know how to come back...
My glimpses of Bangalore from yesterday. I woke up (in the noon, at my god damn pretty house) with a feel-good fuzzy feeling inside my stomach. An early evening stroll led us to this:
|Cacti - The first resident of Vazda's balcony garden|
|Calvin's - A new cafe in Whitefield|
|Vazda and Vazda Senior - how happy after a failed lake visit :P|
|Spaghetti Alfredo and superb Garlic bread - I was so content after this I was ready to die happy|
|Checking out the nuances of shoemaking|
|Vazda - She hates to be called my Laddoo :P|