The OH, our home and that of his parents.
Being able to have my own home garden.
Sudden spurts of rain, at any time during the day or night.
Falling in love with the gorgeous, gorgeous weather.
The highly Kannadiga way of saying ‘Maestic’ and ‘Yenktesaaa’.
Gorging on the freshest of fruits in every season.
Clear, clear, clear blue skies with hints of clouds at times, and grey, leaden, overcast skies at other times.
The ‘Darshinis’ and the ‘Sagars’.
Silk sarees, roses and strings of jasmine.
Aunties in their silken and golden finery, thronging temples during festivals.
Bisi bele bhaat and chow chow bhaat.
Grabbing a bite on the go at Taco Bell or at one of the many eat-and-go restaurants around the city.
Vada dunked in sambar and filter kaapi.
Obattu straight off the stove.
Shopping for fancy toe rings, earrings and neck pieces at Bhavani Kangan and Mahila Bangles.
Buying gifts from Sutradhar.
Lots and lots and lots of beautiful trees and tree-lined avenues.
The number of artsy and cultural programmes that seem to always be on in the city.
Shopping for books at Blossoms.
The book h(e)aven that is Church street.
Fine dining at Barbeque Nation, Cream Centre, Italia and Toscano.
Experimenting with the various types of cuisines that the restaurants in the city have to offer.
Masala dosa, khali dosa and benne dose.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful stone buildings and the loveliest of houses.
Cheese- and calorie-laden pizzas and soups on winter nights.
The joy of discovering fresh manathankalikkai or ari nelikkai in the old markets of the city.
Being awed at the variety of Christmas decorations, and setting up our very own tree at home.
Lots and lots of new experiences.
Shopping – both for real and window shopping – at the many malls across the city.
Getting mehendi on the hands on the pavement in Malleshwaram market.
Ice creams at Corner House, Swensen’s and Naturals.
Poori and sagu.
The lovely temples and churches around the city.
Learning to love the fruit biscuits from Karachi Bakery (not that it needed much learning, anyways!).
Loads of photography.
Dil pasand, stuffed buns and masala bread from Iyengar’s bakery.
Gobi manchurian and masala poori on rainy nights.
The Bangalore Palace.
Icons like Koshy’s, Vidyarthi Bhavan and MTR
The ‘swalpa adjust maadi’s and ‘channagiddira’s.
Horrible traffic and taking an hour for a drive that should ideally take 20 minutes.
Waiting for the metro project to materialise so that the drive to office can get infinitely better.
The yellow and red of the Karnataka flag.
The big banyan tree.
Struggling with the rudest of auto drivers I have ever seen anywhere.
Discovering the charm of rural life.
Inspired by Cupitonians’ post on Bangalore here.