Bangalore, India

Nandi Durga Road — The Meter Clicked

As I left home I considered ordering an Uber. It would have been around the same low fare, and I could soften the blow of horns and pollution. But then again, I would have missed out on the fun. I wouldn’t have to roam the streets to find the willing driver to go…

Rajendra Nagar — Feeling Dull

I watched as a cricket game was congregating outside of the community center we were hurdled in. I should…

Mysore Road — Closed Blinds

I could tell by looking at him he didn’t show his emotions well.

On the private, non A/C bus on which we rode to Mysore on, the gentleman to my right sat rigidly upright. He wore a perfectly pressed pink collared button up shirt, slacks, and a large…

RT Nagar — Different Dreams

Yesterday, during my Hindi lesson, I asked my instructor what the equivalent of dreaming was in Hindi.

Rajendra Nagar Slum — Bangle Deception

The women sat in an imperfectly round circle. We were at the bottom of a school, and inside…

Bangalore — All Are Invited

Some young, some old. Slum dwellers, apartment tenants, and condo owners. Muslims, hindus, and christians. Single and married. Car owners, and bus conductors. Migrants and Karnatakans alike. All living here, in this city, trying to exist, and thrive.