A fresh cool breeze. This was the first thing that made me fall in love with Bangalore, way back in 2004. Everyday I would wake up, excited, draw in a lungful of that air and start my day. I would walk everywhere if I could. Or ride. There was no point in driving, when you could hop different modes of public transport to get where you wanted, walking whenever you could of course.
Ten years down the lane, the air is not fresh and there is no breeze. I hate waking up and hate going out even more. And if I must go out, I drive. And then I complain. Nonstop.
So when I woke up the other day noticed that I felt fresh, I knew something was not right. Was it drizzling?
Damn, is that a breeze? The same breeze from 2004?
Oh Yes! It was!!
I can’t remember the last time I felt this good about the weather!! Not in the last five years at least.
Must. Walk. Now.
And I did.
Some pics on the way. All cellphone.
Thank you Bangalore Breeze. Hope to meet you again soon.