Cloudy, rainy, noisy Bangalore. Still it has something magical about it. The airport itself signals the fact that we are second to none, and in some aspects we are ahead of many. When one gets out of it, you are greeted by an atmosphere charged with the emotion of loved and sorrow triggered by the arrivals and the departures. The hatta kappi alias coffee shop is still there to welcome you back to the world of filter coffee, cricket, karnatic music, cubbon park, vidhana soudha and information technology. I love you Bangalore, the city where I was born.