A lso, city of garrisons, gardens, and grandparents
N ative of none and yet Namma Bengaluru
G rowing bamboo-like with dense patches of people
A rtistically eclectic: Kuchipudi dancers to cringe comedians
L al Bagh calls to keep the title "city of gardens"
O bliging in ways rarely seen above ten million
R ust red and old stone buildings; the city's grey hair
E verything is possible here
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