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TEXT & PHOTOGRAPHS BY PRATHYUSHA KOKKU
\n<\/span><\/strong>Bengaluru, India <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

My maternal grandparents moved a lot of places in India during their life together, but started and ended in the same place \u2013 Bangalore. Bangalore is home and even to this day is precious, nostalgic and special to a whole host of Indians. Before Bangalore became the bustling city we now know as \u2018Silicon Valley of India\u2019, it used to have other more lucrative and inviting names \u2013 \u2018the air conditioned city\u2019, \u2018city of lakes\u2019, city of gardens\u2019 and potentially a few more I am not aware of. When my grandparents first started their life here as a newly wed couple it was 1960 and Bangalore was called \u2018The Cantonement City\u2019.<\/span><\/p>\n

My grandfather, Araza Kesava Mohan Rao, was a man of many talents and interests from sports to books but his work was that in the Office of Income Tax. He left every morning at 9am and would be home by 5pm. He was smart, quick, honest and proud. The post colonial lifestyle was deeply embedded in both Bangalore and Mohan \u2013 from the safari suits and sunglasses to driving around in Ambassadors under the canopy of lush green trees, Mohan had acquired a fine taste for the life in Bangalore. My grandmother, Araza Vayusutha (aka Sudha) moved here when they got married and their home was (in hindsight) clearly influenced by post colonial remnants \u2013 be it the four poster beds, using mosquito nets or even the meat shelf.<\/span><\/p>\n