In the Heritage City, the previous is very a lot a part of the living present – a shaft of a sunbeam cleaving its way thru a cornice of an vintage structure perforce jerking one’s mind to some other generation, or a tendril of man-made gentle booming out of a dome intricately designed, and as charming to behold as the light itself. However, those decorative streetlights, which the electorate of Mysuru have been happy with, have, as a result of reputable apathy, shrugged off their useful duty, reduced to being defunct embellishments at the streets.
