Ten things I miss out here..

1. Reading the crisp new pages of The Hindu every morning over a cup of chai.
2. Watching the peanut sellers with their faces lighted up by the gas stove, frying peanuts during the cool evenings in Bangalore.
3. Trying to stay upright inside a local bus.
4. Seeing the sidewalks freshly washed every morning, and decorated with various patterns by the ladies of the house.
5. Jogging at Lal Bagh early in the morning, and watching the sun rise from the top of that tiny hill.
6. The sights and sounds around the Shankarmutt temple – The bells, the murmured prayers, the incense , the musical chants and so much more.
7. The hot idli that felt lighter than a flower and the spicy sambhar I used to take for granted.
8. The vehicles honking on the road, the crowds selling everything that you can imagine, the crowds buying all those things, and the thrifty housewives driving a hard bargain.
9. The old shriveled lady who defies age and continues to work as a domestic help in a dozen houses all day, and manages a toothy grin at the end of it all.
10. And most of all, the one place I loved, the place that nurtured the ‘best days of my life’, my undergraduate college, and in particular – The basketball court in it. They represent days that will never come back, and are so special, that they will cheer me up on many a gloomy winter morning.