Exactly 10 days from today, I will leave Bangalore for good (well one can never be certain of that) and will miss a whole lot of people and places. The calm of the ECC road, the romance of the outer circle of whitefield with its ancient houses, the solace of whitefield memorial church, fountains in the whitefield park under which my son and I giggled as the water splashed. I will miss the whitefield market with my favourite butcher, fruit seller, vegetable vendor,grocery store and medial store.
I will miss the little sunbird that built her nest im my house, the hundreds of eagles that loomed over the Holy cross school ground, my son's teachers, my son's friends and the tales they told me. I will miss the ladies who took care of my son in his day care and taught him Kannada, the smiling faces of children that played with him everyday.
I will miss the many many old people I have met and made friends with in whitefield, the ladies from the Cheshire home, the ones that waved as they walked their evening walks.I will miss the families that took me under their roof in my times of lonely sojourn in whitefield, thier sons, thier laughter, their food, their love.
I will miss ITPL mall, the Kadamba hotel, the Piazza hut and the ice cream parlour,the many team lunches, formal and informal, the ITPL christian fellowship, the Sabre office, the tea room and the tea time conversations with good friends.
