It's a precious commodity these days - fresh air. That's why Winter is my favourite Bangalore season.
It was 2 weeks ago when I felt the first signs of winter in Bangalore - the faint nip in the air after six in the evening, the gentle mist early in the morning, the extra bright sunshine (I think it has something to do with the air being thinner in winter than in summer but I don't have any scientific data to back the theory).
Winters in Bangalore remind me of bright colours and cosy evenings spent tucked in bed, reading. They make me think of hope, happiness and new beginnings. Maybe it has to do with the fact that it's almost the end of the year rather than the season. But when i drive to work every morning with my window open and music playing in my stereo I feel the teeniest surge of something nice and warm in my heart. That maybe things will look up, soon. That maybe everything is not as bad as it seems.
It feels like I have been holding my breath all this while and I have just let it out. What else can we ask from life other than to be happy? When I wake up in the morning there should be something, anything to look forward to that day. It's been a while since that happened. After getting first depressed and then stressed about it, I have now moved into "thoughtful" mode. Seasons come every year at around the same time, and they bring the same characteristics. Yet, there is always something uniquely different about them each year. It's like the sunset. If you ever have the grand luck of watching the sunset everyday you would realise that no one sunset is like the other. Yes, it comes everyday and finally the sun sets, but each time you watch it, it feels different. You can never get tired of watching it. I watched the sunset everyday from my room for 5 years, when I had the luck, and I never got tired.
Winter is here. So get out your jacket, walk on the roads at 8am (it's the most beautiful time of the day), and end the walk with a hot, piping coffee or cocoa drink at a cafe. Breathe in Bangalore at its quintessential best.
It was 2 weeks ago when I felt the first signs of winter in Bangalore - the faint nip in the air after six in the evening, the gentle mist early in the morning, the extra bright sunshine (I think it has something to do with the air being thinner in winter than in summer but I don't have any scientific data to back the theory).
Winters in Bangalore remind me of bright colours and cosy evenings spent tucked in bed, reading. They make me think of hope, happiness and new beginnings. Maybe it has to do with the fact that it's almost the end of the year rather than the season. But when i drive to work every morning with my window open and music playing in my stereo I feel the teeniest surge of something nice and warm in my heart. That maybe things will look up, soon. That maybe everything is not as bad as it seems.
It feels like I have been holding my breath all this while and I have just let it out. What else can we ask from life other than to be happy? When I wake up in the morning there should be something, anything to look forward to that day. It's been a while since that happened. After getting first depressed and then stressed about it, I have now moved into "thoughtful" mode. Seasons come every year at around the same time, and they bring the same characteristics. Yet, there is always something uniquely different about them each year. It's like the sunset. If you ever have the grand luck of watching the sunset everyday you would realise that no one sunset is like the other. Yes, it comes everyday and finally the sun sets, but each time you watch it, it feels different. You can never get tired of watching it. I watched the sunset everyday from my room for 5 years, when I had the luck, and I never got tired.
Winter is here. So get out your jacket, walk on the roads at 8am (it's the most beautiful time of the day), and end the walk with a hot, piping coffee or cocoa drink at a cafe. Breathe in Bangalore at its quintessential best.
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