Life in Bengaluru Bengaluru's Rhythm On my ride through the busy street, Couples, parents, all I meet. Buses full, faces tired, Lovers lost, in love inspired. Old ones selling to survive, Transgender voices, staying alive. Cars honk, engines roar, But flowers bloom beneath the floor, Amidst the dust, they stand and soar. In the rush, life moves on, Every face tells a story, drawn. - @Satyaharishchandraa Every morning, I ride my Xpulse through the bustling streets of Bengaluru. It’s a short distance, just 6 kilometers, but the journey takes nearly 30 minutes due to the infamous city traffic. Yet, in those 30 minutes, I witness countless stories unfolding around me, a reflection of the city’s heartbeat. I see young couples on bikes or in cars, heading to work. They talk, laugh, or simply enjoy each other’s company, ignoring the chaos of the road. Parents hurry to drop their children at school, managing time between family and work. At bus stops, people stand in long lines, waiting fo...
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