October 22, 2020
Bangalore does not change in autumn; seasons are mere calendar distinctions in this city. The Vidhana Soudha still overlooks Cubbon Park and a regular throng still scurries to and fro on MG Road. I sit miles above the city, up here in the pervasive Namma Metro, crisscrossing over the streets as if I had been raised on my heels and set to roll. The city, sometimes a blur, sometimes a rhythmic stutter of mask-peppered rooftops, is spread out below us. Ayush sits beside me unchanged; like always, his gestures narrate a grand story as we roar past open skies.
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