Monday, June 08, 2015

Perhaps I need to record this because I reached there, Colaba, the very edge of this long city, the other end of town. 7.30 AM on a Sunday morning is bloody early. Specially if you need to take 3 modes of transport to get there.
But the BPT garden was worth it. Established 1873, a signboard said.
Amazing trees. Some rare ones. Just walking and listening and seeing did something to my brain. Thank you, Tree Appreciation Walk.

Returning , the bus rattled along, zooming on empty, deserted roads – a rarity in this metro of perpetual rush. This is what it must have been like long long ago, all that art deco splendor. Space!

1 comment:

PQ said...

Kidhar ho Austy?