Bangalore Blues

Blues you say. This city has shown me every hue and shade available on the shade card at Asian Paints. It has made me fuming red with anger on the in-co-operative, lazy auto driver; yellow with sickness at the sight of muddy water in my bucket which the Municipal corporation supplies. And yes, turned my toe nails blue with its chilling cold bath each morning, since that is dependent on their solar heaters, which barely work. The land lady will merely smile and say, in her thick Tamil accented English, “Cloudy day ma! No sun, no hot water!” Like her 100 watt smile is doing anything to brighten my day.
After several attempts of pestering, she caved in and installed a common water heater for all tenants. Turned out, some fool downstairs, blew that up too with over-use.