It's the first of May. The day to highlight workers' rights. The day when labour rests or rises.
In Bangalore, things remain quiet, but the roads are not without hustle and bustle. Local grocery stores take a break. All the big corporate chains are open without apology; their employees sulkily looking out beyond the window displays. I walked past the cobbler sitting on the side of the road, busy at work. KFC was serving its May Day customers.
Getting home with my new curry leaf plant, I looked up at the sky - the clouds are threatening to split wide open. Seasons are a-changing here, and so its time to leave this seething city for a few days. To escape and breathe some sea air. To help and inspire me.
In Bangalore, things remain quiet, but the roads are not without hustle and bustle. Local grocery stores take a break. All the big corporate chains are open without apology; their employees sulkily looking out beyond the window displays. I walked past the cobbler sitting on the side of the road, busy at work. KFC was serving its May Day customers.
Getting home with my new curry leaf plant, I looked up at the sky - the clouds are threatening to split wide open. Seasons are a-changing here, and so its time to leave this seething city for a few days. To escape and breathe some sea air. To help and inspire me.
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