IT RAINED furiously in Bangalore mid-May and the temperature came down to 25 degrees C and I noticed how one didn’t sweat and over a week all my prickly heat vanished. There’s little humidity in Bangalore-which-has-become-Bengalaru because it is a landlocked city at the heart of south India, growing and booming forever in outward circles, taking away more and more of the countryside. (Sigh) I lost something, whatever’s left of my heart and my friend, my mobile phone, while out at the Press Club of Bangalore one evening. Is there anything which says that if you lose something somewhere, you’re bound to return some time, some day?