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Coffee, Clouds, and Bangalore Rain
Grey clouds hung low against the green trees, casting a misty darkness over the city. For a moment, it feels as though Dementors had entered Bangalore, spreading a quiet, haunting beauty across the streets.
The city always looks enchanting during these days, and the balcony view from where I am sitting right now is simply magical. The green leaves of the trees are showcasing their raindrops, as if they are walking on a fashion runway, each drop sparkling proudly after the rain.
This fashion show of the city, with its people, trees, clouds and everything around it, is perhaps the best one could ever experience. A show created not by designers, but by nature itself, where every moment looks different, and every scene feels magical.
The city, usually filled with rush hour traffic, hurried footsteps, and endless movement, suddenly slows down when the rain arrives.
People hurry towards shelter, under umbrellas, shop entrances, bus stops, and tea stalls. The tea stalls come alive with steam rising from hot cups of tea, welcoming rain walkers looking for a warm escape from the showers.
Bangalore rain also brings its share of struggles — unexpected traffic jams, wet shoes and delayed plans. Yet the fresh air, cool evenings and the renewed beauty of the city make us forget all the…
