My friends from out of town gave me a visit once when I was in my first year of college, and as I tried to walk straight in the warmly lit streets of Bangalore at 1 am trying to prove to them that my incessant giggling was normal and that I'm perfectly in my senses, I screamed repeatedly "You guys are in my city! This is my city!". They laughed and asked me if Gurgaon, where I had spent the last many years of my life wasn't my city. It is where my family is, but Bangalore is where I came so much closer to knowing who I am. For that to happen in your college years is almost a given perhaps, but it still warms my heart to know that it was this city with its random rainfall and green roads and annoying auto walas where it happened for me. --
I will miss this place.
A longer version of my feelings about this is on my blog haha (link in bio)