When I first landed in Bangalore (almost a year ago), one of
the many things that struck me (apart from the beautiful weather and the bad
traffic) was the sheer number of flowers around. From embracing vehicles to
adorning women’s tresses to creating a neat colourful border on either side of
the road – there were flowers everywhere.
Every season, a new variety of flowers would bloom. On one
of the Bangalore walks (another post that’s pending), I learnt that the
Britishers had thoughtfully planted these trees so that no season would be
without flowers, thus lending the city great cosmetic value. And they were so
right. Walking around the neighbourhood and travelling to places proved to be
sheer eye candy. Bright yellows, pretty lilacs and cotton candy pinks took
turns in welcoming me on my way to office.
Frequenting temples became a joyful
experience. And the flower show clearly stole the show.
My indulgence with flowers grew. I began to buy the mogra
malas for the small temple at home. After the trip to the temple in the
neighbourhood, I’d even pin the flower the panditji gave, in my hair (like
others did). And the house would never be without some pretty stems on the
table.
It’s been over a year in Bangalore. 3 flower shows, 2 spring
seasons and several visits to the temple – the beauty of the ‘garden city’ has
grown over me.
A trip to the Bangalore flower market is pending since long
and I know that I’m going to be smitten by the sheer number of flowers there.
PS: I finally made it to the flower market. More about it in
another post :)
