The Bangalore Breeze

The breeze of Bangalore – that one seductive temptation that I can never deny - is back …brushing through my hair a moment and fondling my cheeks another..it is an allurement that indulges my senses and a vice that I never break away from..

So the breeze has successfully chased the demons of summer away from the city and sweat and swearing that comes with the sweat seems to have vanished at least for the moment. The sticky sweltering beads of sweat finally waved goodbye and left me to peaceful existence – the violence of summer seems to have finally left the home.

The breeze takes me to the greener memories of Cubbon Park – of walks in the parks, of the bubbles floating through the greenest grass, of family outings, of the crunchy peanuts that a determined vendor thrusts into your hands, of a father who loved the exertion of long walks. And not long after, Lalbagh beckons me with the breezy mornings that we spent in its august company, the ghee dipped dosas that we ravished at the legendary MTR, the floral patterns that baffled me with its odd angles and patterns, the squirrels that bravely touched the bread crumbs left behind.

How easy for things to whirr past into memories, how difficult to now comprehend the ‘lockedness’ of our existence – how we never used the space we always took for granted, how we never socialized while we had all the chances thrown at us, how we never hugged as much as we could. A simple trip to the park now looks complex, ridden with fear and paranoia. And the grass, flowers and the squirrels reign undisturbed by humanity.

But you can’t lock down the Bangalore breeze- it flutters, teases and rejuvenates at its free will. You can’t shut out the Bangalore breeze for it is a phenomenon that must be experienced, loved and savored – some good things still live in the city after all.