I had lived in BTM Layout 2nd Stage for a couple of months, watching the empty yet cherished streets in the afternoon from my modest apartment. There was something about it. That silence. That calmness. That sudden whiff of cold breeze in the middle of a sunny morning. Probably, it gave a sense of belonging to the restless heart.
That place was like a home away from home. A strange connection with unfamiliar faces and genial looks. The only place that knew how it felt to be alone but not lonely.