The featured image of this post is quite unusual and miles apart from the regular color combinations. So is the weather and roads of my old city love, Bengaluru. I was here in this city even the previous year yet this place seems, new and unknown. Maybe, that is the beauty this city beholds, it has something anew to offer everytime you visit here. Last year, that journey happened because of a lie and this year, that lie has been amended to truth! How beautifully fate works, I didn’t plan to come here again, it just happened. Few people did change but it is not the fault of a city to transform us, it is us, solely us to transform and become badder or better!
The traffic is huge, the jams are inevitable and people are infinite. You stop more than you move. You reach your destination by applying brakes and not by accelerating. The riders have this great way of communication, that is, they look into each other’s eyes and understand which way they are going. This way of commuting is more safer than blinking the tail lights in your vehicle. As a kid, I understood that, the green signal signifies start but here, it is orange that urges you to accelerate and zoom away! Everyone seems in a hurry, like they are going to miss the spaceship to the moon. People seem to forget, that footpaths are for pedestrians and not for bikers. Yet, when you observe carefully, you understand that everyone has to reach somewhere, this kind of understanding helps avoid accidents. Afterall, you are stuck all the time in jams, how will accidents happen?
The weather is more like your clingy girlfriend or your over possessive boyfriend, it can change its mood anytime! The mornings are bright, sunny and hot and the nights suddenly turn windy and rainy. It starts raining out of no where and gives no indication or hint before the downpour starts. Electricity happens to compliment this weather perfectly! As soon as it starts raining, the electricity vanishes as if, the electrons are enjoying the rain too! The night sends chill down your spine and in the morning, sweat droplets run down your forehead. You are pretty much confused, you live two different cities is what you feel. Yet, they tell that, Bengaluru has the best weathers.
Jump back to my previous blogs and you will know that, I fall in love with pretty much anything and everything and that is why I fell in love with this unusuallybeautiful city, Bengaluru!
“You stop more than you move” – terrific line! That paragraph all the lines were amazing and had an unknown rhythm!
Feels good to read you again!
The images are so different and wonderful!
And the beauty – Always!
Waiting for more!
Keep writing! Keep loving!
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