Mysore - the place I was born and spent every summer in till I was 15. My grandparents lived there.Then as happens, when one hit 16, it was college, other interests and we'd pack my mother off to go and visit (Mysore) while we took care of dad. I have not been back to Mysore since 1986, that was the year my brother got married there. I know, almost 20 years. But I remember it as a lovely, green city although my grandparents had this huge house - now sold - right in the middle of town. We'd sit on the "jaggli" (the stone bench) outside the house, much to the disapproval of my grandmother, to watch the world - cycles, jhutkas, many cows - go by
Isn't it time you came back for a visit, Pushpa ? If only to see, if the things you watched go by, from your 'jaggli', are there. The cows are still in place on our roads, though the bicycles and 'jhutkas' have mostly given way to the two and three-wheelers. GVK
Being a Mysorean I always feel nostalgic about Mysore. I know pretty well that I can't go back but still the town excites me. The Palamrutha ice cream center, Raju hotel double masala, 25 paise tanga ride to bus stand from Agrahara, all these haunt me. Vasuki
