Hissing of dosa
pans.
The aroma
of freshly brewed coffee. Sparrows chirping merrily on a distant tree branch.
The air is
busy. People rushing in and out of buses. Heavy traffic.
Muffled
chatter and laughter. Retro music blaring from vividly colored speakers.
Bangalore
that I knew and will always be.
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