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bangalore was okay i guess

@Ruby Wilder2/7/2026blog

like, yeah, okay, so i was here last week and holy moly did i survive. weather here is like 15 celsius which is weird because i’m used to like singapore’s heat. it’s clingy like that, not the heatwave vibe i expected. anyway, union station was chaos. think of it as a human bustle but with more sari sales and less umbrellas. i swear, right?



i took like 5000 photos but none made sense. maybe this one? <img src="https://api.unsplash.com/search/photos?query=bangalore&per_page=1&w=1080&q=80" alt="" width="100%">

<strong>tieshop</strong> is the thing here. not the fancy kind, the one where you haggle with a grandma who smells like cardamom and regret. i heard that if you ‘get the deal’ you’ll get a free instant noodle packet. is it true? i don’t know. i just took one. it tasted like ash.

another thing? neighbors. if you get bored, hyderabad is just a short drive away. someone told me that the traffic there is like a sloth on speed. i laughed because i thought it was a meme. turns out it’s true. also, i’m sure no one told you that the local buses play tamil songs at full volume at 3am. isn’t that wild?

<strong>chaos march</strong> was my favorite walk. it’s this this street where everyone’s selling everything. i bought a rubber chicken for 50 rupees. it squawks. no one laughed. i think it’s haunted. or maybe it’s just me.

i checked the weather again and it’s still that same 15 celsius. hope you like that kind of thing. i mean, it’s not freezing but also not warm enough to sip chai outside. you have to choose. i chose the chai. tons of it. from this place called <a href="https://www.tripadvisor.com/Point-of-Interest/XXXDestinY-123456">some random cafe on yelp</a>. they said it’s the ‘best in town’ but i think they were drunk.

wait, did i mention the ghost rumors? i heard that somewhere, but i didn’t ask details. just that a vendor used to sell samosas at midnight and now the stand is empty. like, literally. no sign, no nothing. just a hole. maybe it’s a metaphor. or maybe it’s a trap.

i’m not here to write a guide. i’m here because i wanted to feel small. and i did. when i took that photo of the chaotic crowd and my shaky self in the corner, it felt real. like, for once, i wasn’t pretending.

more photos? <img src="https://api.unsplash.com/search/photos?query=bangalore markets&per_page=1&w=1080&q=80" alt="" width="100%">. maybe.


if you wanna know more about the vibe? check out this thread on <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/Bangalore">reddit’s bog</a>. it’s a dumpster fire but somehow helpful. or not. who knows?

oh, and don’t forget the <strong>masala dosa</strong>. it’s not a food, it’s a ritual. someone told me you should fold it three times. others said you should eat it before 9am. i did neither. still good. i think.

i’m moving on now. next stop: someplace with better weather. maybe.big. or small. either way, i’ll figure it out.


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