Bangalore the way I remember was this green city that wooed me with it's charms the day I stepped in, with that gentle drizzle and lovely weather. Coming from an arid land of Gujarat, the weather I was met with felt like a dream. Everyday, woke up with a bright yet mild on you sun, just perfect to cheer you up, and then drizzles in the evening to even out the temperature. Perfect place for romance, books, cups of coffees, to snuggle close and share your deepest thoughts. Yes, it grew a little upon you in rainy season as all you would see is rain all day long, and it goes on for quite long, but now that I think of it I was quite fine with it. It gave me a chance to entertain the little kid inside me once in a while.
But, now when I look back, and look at the Bangalore that is now, I feel nothing but pain, I curse the city everyday, the traffic, the construction, the pollution, the weather. No matter how cheerful I step out of my house, to brace the day and do wonders, the city somehow manages to dampen my spirits. I don't see those happy faces anymore playing with the rain, or running here there for shelter, those colorful umbrellas, the young spirit, is all lost, all I see around is sweaty, sad, burdened by their day people, somehow trying to make the day come to an end. I don't think I like the change. If this is the cost one has to pay for development, then I don't think it's worth it....
Come on Blore is very nice city. I was there for 1 year. And yeah I like the first half of your blog, the second half is just a practical lyf and all needs to accept it :)
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