Still haven’t got used to called Bangalore by its Indian name. My first visit was in 1971, when I was seven years old. We stayed with my Mum’s sister and my cousins in Palace Orchards.
Nine years later we moved there from Bromley in Kent, lock stock and barrel (well, a container of all our worldly possessions that was shipped to Bombay).
My Father rented a huge house in Indiranagar, with 8 bedrooms and marble floors from a lady with six fingers on her right hand and two Pomeranians, who followed her everywhere, yapping incessantly. Perhaps, he wanted us to have a taste of luxury to soften the blow that was to be life in India in the 1980s.
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