Bangalore is a beautiful city that way, much like Kerala (though it is nothing like it, except in terms of the unending number of Mallus roaming the streets and populating the shops). It rains unexpectedly; it gets cold effortlessly; the skies darken and the clouds race across rapidly. On clear, cloudless nights, the moon is a joy to watch from the Library bridge or the basketball court or the terraces, and on clouded days, the dark grey silhouettes bewitch. And when it rains, it doesn't pour, but chills and pitter-patters deliciously.
Delicious pitter-patter it was, yesterday. And so it was that the way to the station, and the view from the train - both were of fresh green leaves and newly re-born trees, with a cool, gracious breeze of rain-washed, earthy scent and of raindrops dancing on puddles and small lakes.
And the journey itself. Haven't you noticed how coming home is like an opportunity to step back and update the records? To keep track of changes and causes, of mistakes and lessons learnt, and best of all, a new set of days to be all alone (unless you want company) and get reacquainted with everything you knew and don't know, or forgot.
It's sometimes a pain - the travel and the lugging bags and remembering tickets, but...
Happy holidays. :)
*I exaggerate, as usual. :)
6 comments:
Well, Bangalore is not beautiful by any stretch of the imagination, but yes the weather is nice (is that what you also meant?). Sometimes.
Unusally it also rained the day I got back home. And yes, I totally agree with the updating records thing.
P.s. - I can imagine the stress you must have put your travelling companion to (If I've guessed the identity of the companion right). :p
just to point out, you didn't mention a travel companion in the first place for it to become a 'said travel companion'.
i'm just saying.
@verun:
Mmhm. S'what I meant. (S'whatimeant reminds me of Five Find-Outers. Ever read it, snob? :P)
@woenvu:
Happy, pedant? *mutinous*
It's always healing, isn't it? :-)
@gautam:
Indeed, yes. One can find refuge in familiar streets, or room, or cafes. :)
hmmm... a beautiful piece, and a true one too. although i'm a localite, i find immense joy going back home, however frequently it may be. i also think it's a way of pulling yourself away from Law School life- competitive, monotonous(sometimes)- it can get on to you. hence, going home becomes very important as it helps you release yourself completely. :)
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