The morning hums with the din of the walkers, some of them wanting to be let in as early as by 4.00am. In hundreds, the joggers, walkers, skippers, badminton enthusiasts and odd athletes nursing varying levels of aspirations, descend on the premises. The Gardens truly wake in full bloom, with the kerbside
chana-waalas voicing their existence loudly to the odd policeman who chances upon them.
Yes, the Public Gardens continue to be the hub of their neighbourhood, and for several people, a lingering interpretation for verdancy, even if the city now has behemoths like the Kasu Brahma....