The whiff of air through the window was like a pleasant alarm, it woke me up to a familiar sight. Blue buses and yellow black auto rickshaws were rushing past the green Namma Metro boards and the concrete pillars in the wee hours of morning all along the road. The busyness was slowly and serenely reverberating. It felt like a heaven which I know of and have lived in for years. I realized what I was missing all these days.
Times have changed, people have and so has this city. From a retired man’s paradise to a silicon valley this place has been all. Like anywhere else, there are many positives and negatives here but somehow the former outweighs. There is a strange welcoming calmness in the faces, they smile and you smile. This is one of the few places in the world where the locals try and speak the tourist’s language.The roads want to be walked on and the air just wants you to breathe free. Traffic, pollution and all other complaints apart let me tell you something, if you are a Bangalorean by birth or by heart you will stay so for life. That is the magic.
I reached today and I am here for a couple of days which already seems very little. I miss this place not only because I was brought up here .This city has given me everyone and everything. It has made me what I am today. Despite all this and more good there is something about Bangalore which makes me feel 'Here is where I belong'. I guess every Bangalorean will feel this. And every time I keep my foot down from the bus and reach home this feeling just gets stronger than before. I think it should. The road back home is easy right? It is just that most of us find it hard to turn back even for a moment, sigh life !