|"Drag that block to the right!" "Nah, this tree is not fitting in."|
Droplets of Carnatic music piggybacked freshly emitted oxygen molecules to reach my eardrums. I looked at the surrounding green, baffled. “It’s the Band Stand”, said Ratna, looking intently at her mobile screen where the results of a Google image search on ‘structures in Cubbon Park’ neatly arranged themselves. A girl, aged eight or nine, performed Bharatnatyam on the roofed octagonal platform at some distance. The electric blue of her elaborate attire stood at odds with the many shades of green around, while her braid, interlaced with threads of Zari, danced to its very own rhythm. “The bandstand was built in the early part of the 1900s. Before India’s Independence, the British Royal Air Force used to play western band music at the bandstand every Saturday evening.” - The God of information chose to enlighten us, while three pairs of bespectacled eyes scanned the nooks and corners of the landscape in an attempt to solve a jigsaw puzzle!
|One of the many beauties of Cubbon|
We were on a mobile app-based treasure hunt. And our quest for treasure made us achieve an unthinkable feat – it had us drag ourselves out of the beloved mess of bedsheets, blankets and pillows on an early Sunday morning, head for the Cubbon Park and cover some six and a half thousand steps individually in the next ninety minutes. To put it to perspective, we look pretty much like the laziest of sloths on usual weekends.
|Of course, good deeds deserve good coffee!|
Why? ‘Coz it’s fresh...
And it’s fun…
And it’s just the push that we, the famed couch potatoes, needed to step out…
And out is GOOD!
|The crows that I ended up shooting anyways|
|More crows, more bamboo|
|Hypotheses and debates on the next clue|
|The Rock Garden|