As 98B took a right,
Into the cave of New BEL Road.
Trees on either side,
Extended a cool welcome back home.
Tree-caves we used to call them,
In a jungle called Bangalore.
Indiranagar or Ashoka Pillar,
The caverns looked the same.
Green heads on brown trunks,
What a guard of honour they waved.
Mighty chill we used to say,
In a haven called Bangalore.
Lurking in a shawl on a hot summer noon,
“It’s cold indoors! Has winter begun?”
So I climbed for some warmth on the roof,
But then, a breeze made me shiver in the sun!
Garden city we used to proclaim,
Was a city called Bengaluru.
Author Bio: Subhashri C V from Bangalore is a linguist by choice. After a decade spent juggling others’ words in multiple languages as a translator, she is now trying to breathe life into her own writing for there are stories inside her waiting to see the light of day.
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