After our time in Dehli, we boarded the three-hour Kingfisher flight south to Beautiful Bangalore.
Bangalore lies on the Mysore Plateau and because of its higher elevation, has a tropical climate. It is a lovely break from the heat wave that coats much of India in the summer. As we approached the airport, I spotted a few lumpy hills, and closer still, palm trees flapping in the breeze, waving us toward our runway. I couldn’t wait to return to my favorite city in India.
Bangalore is in South India, the area of the country where most of my father’s family has its roots. My grandparents came first from Chennai where my father was born, then moved to Hyderabad when he was older– both in the south of India. Growing up, we spent most of our vacation in Hyderabad. Sometimes, though, we’d visit my father’s sister and her husband in Bangalore, where they still live. And now, my aunt and uncle’s son, my cousin, and his family, just recently returned to Bangalore, after spending four years in Australia.
While Dehli/Agra made up the tourist part of the trip, Bangalore was where we could cut loose and relax a bit. We arrived in temperatures a good twenty degrees cooler– in the evenings I wore a sweater. The purpose of our trip, aside from getting together with family, was my engaged cousin’s threading ceremony– a sort of coming of age ritual a few days before his wedding. There would be no more sights to see from this day on–we’d spend the rest of our trip catching up with far away family, meeting some who we’d never met, and reuniting with others who we hadn’t seen in many years. It was the perfect mix for a vacation– sightseeing first to get a better sense of who India is, followed by time spent with family to better understand who we are.