Bangalore

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3rd February 2026, that’s when I’m writing this, in the backseat of an auto on the way to the bus stop to go back to Kerala.

Bangalore was always a mixed bag for me; I was never really fond of the place. Think of a small town boy, who didn’t know what traffic was, what bad roads were, and what crowds were, being here in the ever-developing Bangalore! I mean, the last time I came here, the place ended in Whitefield. Now it’s almost till Tamil Nadu.

This time I came here to chill. Unlike all the other times when I came to visit somebody, this time I was actually just here to relax. All thanks to the little-known band Linkin Park coming to India for the first time ever!

I almost forgot to keep you occupied while reading whatever this is, you can play this song.

The entire trip just sent me on a time jump. The emotions I have right now are the same ones I had when I was quite young and went to visit my relatives.

You know the feeling where you know you are here, safe, with family, with people who love you and protect you. I stayed with all of the most important people in my life and spent multiple days with all of them.

I even met new people and went on a new date as well. Amazing people there too.

Well, I know one thing for sure: I’m definitely not done with this city. Even though the mountains might be where my calling is, sadly my folks have decided to stay in Bangalore 

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