random acts of the mindless

Yesterday I went from Brigade Road to Whitefield and back. On the way I saw small temples with old ladies selling flowers by the temple gates and a few Tempos laden with mangoes by the roadside. I could smell the flowers and the fruits. The smell of Bangalore I remembered as a kid. I saw a stray dog merrily prancing behind a poor man who probably shared his frugal meals with it. I saw children playing in the ground during school recess. I saw lush greenery swaying to gentle cool breeze. I saw pretty girls walking home (or wherever) from college. I saw two kids playing on the street with thrown away junk. I saw a young calf snuggling by the side of its mother...

...Bangalore sure looked different from the back seat of a car.