MG Road.
There’s something charming about the seedy decrepitude of MG Road, its nonstop traffic, its broken sidewalks, its bottomless puddles, its ubiquitous litter. Every time I step foot on it, I begin a new adventure, filled with obstacles to navigate with the death-defying prowess of a tight rope walker, all the while making sure I don’t get flattened by an oncoming rickshaw.
I think what I like most is that, despite these things, and despite whatever time I find myself trudging along, I am never afraid. Had I found this road in America, I would have avoided it like hepatitis. Had I been forced to traverse it nonetheless, I would have only done so in a sprint, or with some sort of weapon in my hand.
Sure, I can’t say this about all streets in Bangalore, but MG Road? You’re not so bad.
