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A Journey Around My Apartment in Bangalore

A morning begins with coffee

In the Odyssey, that may have been written around the 8th century BCE, Homer describes the travails of Odysseus' journey home to Ithaca after the fall of Troy. In 1493 Christopher Columbus wrote of his explorations of the Caribbean islands after he had set sail from Palos de la Frontera in southwestern Spain in 1492 to discover an all-water route to Asia. In 1790 Xavier de Maistre wrote Voyage Around My Room when he was under arrest in Turin. In 1939 Frigyes Karinthy wrote Journey Round my Skull after being operated for a brain tumor in 1936.

In 2018 I'm posting photos from my (well, really, my brother's) apartment in Bangalore, India.

The door to the bedroom opens into the passageway to the living room. The washbasin is on the left of the passageway.

Kitchen in morning light

What's a morning without good bread?

I don't make chai, but if someone else is, I will happily drink

Eventually, one brushes their teeth

Barley & Rye

A Sunday breakfast for Mela: banana, dense rye bread with butter, green tea

Behind the mirror, words. Behind the mirror, enigma. Beyond the mirror, World.

Alphonso mango for a snack

The living room, looking out into the balcony

Afternoon light on the balcony

Le conseguenze dell'amore sono molte. Ecco, una.

Gulmohar tree from the balcony at dusk

Nyctanthes arbor-tristis or night-flowering jasmine, locally called parijat. Normally I pick fallen plumeria (commonly called frangipani) but I found a place to pick these in Indiranagar. These grew everywhere in my dad's ancestral home in Kozhikode, Kerala.

Evening on the balcony

Brewing a natural processed Karadykan Estate single origin roasted by Third Wave Coffee Roasters on a Moka pot

These two pigeons – let's call them Bonnie & Clyde – can be seen out the ledge of the bathroom each day after 5pm. Mela tells me they are present at other times as well.

Passage that leads to the two bedrooms and kitchen

I never particularly cared for beetroots until I ate Rajamma's. It's magical.

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