From City Beautiful to at home in Garden City Bengaluru
Bengaluru isn’t just where I study — it’s where I’ve learned to dodge rain, traffic, and exam stress. I came with a suitcase and starry-eyed dreams; now I juggle lectures, filter coffee, and Brik Oven pizzas that steal your heart — and maybe your last rupee. Mornings bring rain and coffee; afternoons mean tacos at California Burrito.
Evenings turn into street food hunts or late-night chai chats. Sundays? We say Nandi Hills but usually end up in bed with dosa and deadlines. The airport’s so far, you might need a connecting flight just to catch your flight. And autowalas? They charge like it’s a moon mission and argue like it’s the finals of a debate competition .
But somewhere between the mess and monsoons, Bengaluru has become home.
If Bengaluru were a person, it’d be that eccentric friend — chaotic, unpredictable, but impossible not to love.
Divij Sharma, Chandigarh
