Ulsoor morning
Tuesday, August 5, 2008

3 August 2008.



It was a morning of pleasant surprises at every turn as I lazily strolled through the narrow streets of Ulsoor wanting to feel lost. The thresholds were just washed and a few hurried rangolis drawn, the heavy teak doors left slightly ajar expecting the milkman perhaps, little noise except that of the radio and the sweet aromas of an early morning breakfast flooding the streets. Cramped in between well inhabited two storey narrow residential towers were homes that had seemed to have given up- the mud plaster had melted exposing the thin ancient bricks, tiles that no longer held symmetry, faded name plates of the past occupants and doors that were heavily chained to keep off the nosy passer-by.

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