The people are welcoming, interesting and diverse in terms of character and nationality. There is also something familiar, something comforting about the city that I have spent four years in and continue to visit at least two times, if not three, a year. Many memories have been forged within its lands and lakes–the birth of my godson, the year I finally began getting along with my cousin, the restaurants we frequent and my mother's studio. These remembrances only scratch the surface of the things I hold dear to me which are housed in Bangalore.

I have spent this week in a very relaxing way, rising at six thirty to exercise and then breakfasting on either dosas or poha. Then there are a multitude of things to do–restaurants to eat at, people to see and time to simply relax on the veranda with a good book gazing at the palm trees outside with the aroma of  rain in the air. We have visited two amazing restaurants called the Fatty Bao and The Monkey Bar, both new places that have great food

As I finger the one of the pictionary cards strewn around the bedcover I feel so incredibly blessed. Blessed to be spending time with some of my favorite people, indulging my taste buds at wonderful restaurants and simply being in such a lovely place. I can't wait to spend my next week here revisiting more old haunts and travelling to Chikmagalur for the weekend to reside in a beautiful
mountain lodge.