Blame it on the Bandstand.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Blame it on the breezy sea.
Blame it on the bylanes.
Blame it on the bazaars.
Blame it on Bandra.
I am so bewitched by Bandra that I have neglected a lot of things. Blog-writing. Weight-watching. Researching...
The intricate, intersecting lanes that get clogged up with traffic at rush-hours.
The intriguing mix of fashion-savvy folks, laid-back lads, and crotchety crones.
The melting pot of religions and cultures that serve up a great variety of food fit for all pockets and palates.
The streets wide enough for REAL FOOTPATHS WIDE ENOUGH AND CLEAN ENOUGH AND FLAT ENOUGH TO WALK ON (which deserves a Hallelujah in suburban Mumbai), and which also houses stalls eager to sell everything from clothes, bags and shoes to trinkets, kitchenware and books.
Ah Bandra of the old-world charm and the nouveau riche fashion and the ...
I'm bewitched. I've succumbed to its charms.
It's hard not to.