Non Sense

There's a road in Bangalore. No name-road......goes towards Nagarbhavi. At one point the road rises sharply (to dip sharply again) and from the crest one gets a most panoramic view of the hills behind Nagarbhavi. It's breathtaking, the view.... and I always look forward to it. On the right of this no-name road there is a small lane......distinctive by a tall flag-staff in one corner. For Republic Day and Independence Day etc, I guess. Down that lane lives a young lady. Every time I pass the flagstaff I raise a silent salute to this girl. No reason. Just.

Then comes the breathtaking and the most refreshing view !!!!!

Then, there was this house in GK 2 in New Delhi. Pretty ordinary house. Double storied....2BHK etc, etc. My memories of this house is blurred now. What stand out is the small verandah/balcony with a large shady jamun tree almost screening the verandah. It was like a sanctuary almost....seemed like a tree house. Neelum and Asoke lived in this house in the early '80's. I don't know about them, but I remember this jamun-tree screened verandah.

The house by the graveyard has not much of a verandah. When a storm whistles around the house, and I feel I am on the deck of a ship, I wish we had a proper verandah.