It is raining outside. I can hear the pattering of the raindrops and the growling thunder. The candle flickers each time a gust of wind caresses it...yes you guessed it right...there is a power cut and today I do not have the heart to curse it because today I am enjoying the beauty of a candle lit evening. I am not upset about drying the clothes, just out of the washing machine, in my living room because today I realize that I do not have many rainy evenings left in Bangalore... I may be gone before the monsoon arrives.
As I look back to the dawn I first came to Bangalore, some eight years ago, I can still visualize my husband and me sitting in an auto-rickshaw, chilled to the bone, heading towards our hotel. With chattering teeth we were asking for direction from passerby. The warmth that we received from them showed us that we were welcome to their city.
With passing years I have experienced the weather getting warmer and the people getting colder, the traffic becoming thicker and the density of trees becoming thinner. The influx of people from every stratum of society from all over India has dimmed the beauty and serenity of this city, however, in my heart I know that my love for this city will never diminish.
As I bid adieu to the "Garden City" I wish it may regain its lost beauty so that someone else coming to this city may relieve the wonderful time I spent here...
