It’s been a year and a half since I first got acquainted with Bangalore. I wouldn’t claim to have seen it all—far from it—but what I have seen is undeniably beautiful. The handful of places I’ve stumbled upon feel like home to me.
This morning feels special. I’m at my favorite spot in the office, and today, the view is simply perfect. The sun is shining brightly, illuminating a mosaic of towering trees. Most of them appear to be Eucalyptus—Nilgiri, or safeda trees, as they’re also known. There are others whose names I’ve yet to learn. A cool breeze is flowing through the scene, setting the leaves into motion. Before me, it’s as if an open dance floor has come alive. The music is loud, and everyone must join in. Most leaves are already rustling with fervor, while the shy ones are gently coaxed into the rhythm, swaying hesitantly before fully surrendering to the occasion. Amidst the lively crowd of leaves, something stirs within me. A familiar nudge. I ease my thoughts, and before I know it, nostalgia has crept in. A smile spreads across my face as I watch the scene unfold—a moment so simple, yet profoundly moving.
The breeze slows. The music softens, fading into a quiet hum. The shy leaves keep swaying, lost in their own rhythm, oblivious to the crowd thinning around them.
And then, just as suddenly, the music returns. The breeze picks up, and the leaves, once again, take to the stage, swaying freely in their joyous dance.
There’s a comfort in this rhythm, a sense of belonging that I can’t quite put into words.
Like I said, this morning feels special.
It’s just like every other morning here.
Happy New Year.
p.s. I will write every week :) 🌻