Why Bangalore will always be home.

When I look out my window, I see greenery stretching out for miles on either side. All the little houses with their sun kissed sloping roofs seem a cheeky response to the fading autumn green. I have to admit, my choice of University through UCAS was a good decision.
And then I think of home. The feeling of inexplicable belonging. Maybe it's the Bangalore rains on our tin roof or 'Dolci' desserts with 'that' friend. Or maybe it's the ice cream at Airlines on a Sunday afternoon with 'that' best friend, coupled with harmless bitching sessions. It might be the chai walla at office in the afternoon or the family meal times where Dado and I stress Mum out by arguing too much. It might even be bugging the big brother and singing looney tune songs as I third wheel my favourite people in the world. There's no such thing as too happy, too hot, too cold, too loud or too much caffeine and Maggi in Bangalore City. Even the tarmac of UB City road becomes precious when you're far away from home.
This makes me say to myself. It's only another 9 months to get home. It's only another 9 months till I can be a failure bargainer again on Comm street and run up and down the backyard with the overgrown puppies. It's only another 9 months till I see Sunshine (my toy Lion cub, or pun intended, you pick) again. I know my flight will land and I'll make my way from the arrival gate only to see my mama waiting to hug me. and I'll break into a run with my over-laden trolley, straight into her arms.
Uni's great, don't get me wrong. Travel, more so - my favourite thing in the world. But where the rain is warm on a Sunday Morning in December and Maroon 5 wakes me up to the smell of puppy slobber and Dad's French toast is where you'll find my heart. Namma Bengaluru.