Hi! :)

Last week-end was nice. I had Monday off for Dasara festival; I took the Friday off and went to Bangalore. The city I’ve grown to like and now feel nostalgic about. It is quite unusual of me, because generally I don’t feel like going back to places I’ve left behind. Something tells me I’ve become more sensitive lately.

So the journey began on the late evening of Thursday with a heavy splash of water from the heavens and a change of bus I was suppose to catch. They cancelled my bus and moved me to some stupid bus going to Bangalore and run by a transport company. It started late, left me behind at one point while I was having a cup of tea, and took ungodly 22 hours to reach Bangalore. Horrible!

But once there, it didn’t take me long to cheer up. A cup of tea at the usual bakery where you see lots of colourful people passing by was enough. :) We went to see a movie - What’s Your Rashee - and finally I crashed at around 2 O’Clock Saturday morning. On Saturday, after a nice lazy breakfast, we went to Mysore in the afternoon. Mysore is the once place where they celebrate Dasara like a king. Every nook and cranny of the city was bathing in the lights, colourful fountains were dancing at the crossings, sweet-strong perfumes were sprawling the air and the place was just thronged by vibrant bodies. We stayed at a friends villa like house and returned on Sunday evening. Monday went by too fast, after seeing few friends and talking to some on the phone, before I knew, I was on my bus to Pune and it was raining again.

I reached home Tuesday afternoon, after some 14 hrs of bus ride. At home, I dozed off after turning just couple of pages of the book: It’s Not About the Bike - by Lance Armstrong. In the evening, I happened to attend a fantastic Sarod performance by an upcoming artist Sarang. It was magical! :)