**“Bangalore doesn’t win your heart with perfection — it sneaks in through its imperfections. It’s in the honking symphony, the ‘swalpa adjust maadis’ exchanged like a quiet prayer, the auto rides that jolt you like a theme park, yet somehow land you right where you belong.
It’s in the countless cups of filter coffee shared with friends as raindrops race down the windows, in the tangled wires and bustling markets that hum a language only this city knows.
Here, amid the broken footpaths, unsaved roads and blooming gulmohars, the traffic that tests your patience you learn to love. You learn that a place doesn’t have to be perfect to feel like home. You learn that beauty lives in the cracks and warmth, or shall say I potholes and speed brakers.
A city that speaks many languages, a city that is confused about its identity.
Bangalore embraces you, shakes you, reshapes you, until one day you realize — you don’t love it despite its flaws, you love it because of them. And that’s the magic of this city. It doesn’t just ask for your heart, it earns it…
Nandini Mithun✍️
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