Dear Bangalore/ Bangaluru (whichever one you prefer to be called),
I still don't get the point of making separate compartments in the buses for women and men. And I definitely do not get the point of something as cham-cham* as Egg Dosa or Chicken Dosa. I don't know the full form of PUC and MTR and your cold coffees have way too much sugar for my liking. The men are mostly ugly and apart from foreign expats, you really don't have too much Eye Candy, girls like us can stare at, glancingly. Your auto-waalas aren't friendly and they cheat me off my swindling-by-the-second pocket money. Your malls are designed to make a man/woman,wanting to urinate badly, run around and wait for the lift with patience before they can finally, well, do it.
BUT.
Despite all your flaws, all I want to say is, THANKS BRO.
A longer letter about the things I love about you will follow.
Sincerely,
The Elastic Chaddi Chronicles.
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