After a tiresome twelve and a half hour long flight from England, when I landed in the city that I had missed everyday, over the last one and a half years that I had spent abroad, my breath caught. Having travelled extensively in Europe, the reaction came as no surprise to me. I had grown familiar with this feeling that came with every opportunity to explore a new city. I hadn't been an ardent traveller before leaving Bangalore. So here I was, to see my own city from an entirely new perspective. Travel had taught me to appreciate the nuances of a place and I was all set to get going.
But this time around, I was on a vacation and not on any stringent travel budget or schedules. All the pampering that I had demanded off my parents and best friends on Skype was finally coming true. I was overwhelmed by their treatment even as I just stepped out of the airport. My parents awaited my arrival with a box of my favourite home made badam barfi & my best friends, who would otherwise say , "Yene Katte ( Kannada slang)?", greeted me with the warmest of hugs. It felt good to be back home.
After relaxing for a bit at home, I kick-started my tour of Bengalooru on day 3. I was off for a sleepover to my friend's (Vidya) place, that day. We chatted past midnight. Also, as her house was located on the outskirts of the city, the immediate next plan was to visit the Narasimha Swamy temple and Suvarnamukhi. We set out early next morning. Even the sun hadn't risen yet.
As we strolled through the village near by, the silhouettes of the tall coconut trees against the orange-blue dawn lights had us spellbound. The temple was located on a hilltop and as we noticed the sky turn a deeper shade of orange, we quickened our pace. It was a good 20 minute climb to the top of the hill. Upon reaching the hilltop, as we watched eagles and hawks encircling the temple gopura high above, I remembered how my mother told me stories of them being protectors of the bejewelled idols. Also, the sun cast its rays on the entire village and gradually, the golden hour faded; just the way travel bathed me in some refreshing knowledge every time. Vidya was familiar with the village history.