Bangalore has changed tremendously…
From what I remember to what it is today.
That evoked an important question…
What I remember?
I was about eight years old when we
left Bangalore. With dear tears rolling down my chubby cheeks on that sunny afternoon and with my dear
parents on my side, I had promised to the roads and the clouds that followed…
The skies the enwrapped the city and the majestic trees that adorned the roads
that I will come back…
Bangalore was my love… The place
which I had witnessed for the first time… The cool breeze and the awesomeness
of the place always remained in my heart…
With each passing years, I renewed
my promise to come back to the city… The city of my dreams…
And, finally, I have relocated back
to the city… After almost 17 long years!!!!
But, I am unhappy….
The trees are cut and heat is
infuriating… There are no family crowd and the people are always in a hurry…
The trees and breeze which I remember the most seems like a distant dream…
I know that Bangalore city still
holds the charm… But, my office is not there… Hence I sigh and cry… It is a
little girl’s cry for the Bangalore that she always knew... It is the cry for
the breeze that fail to caress her and the lush green trees that always gave
shades…
It’s a fortnight in the city now…
And I miss Bangalore already
although I am in Bangalore…
Sad….!
PS: And thus starts a new column in
my blog!!!
Thanking my life and lifestyle for
adding so many experiences…
And my crazy mind, of course...
After all, Locomente is getting
benefitted…
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