So, while I am on the road, there’s Mother India playing in Trujillo-Peru, Pauline is walking with Aunty Lim in Kuala Lumpur, Harshini is in Ambalagonda- SL walking to school,Barkha has moved to Sydney and exploring the suburbs,the airforce officers wives in Bagdogra are shopping in Dulahbari – Nepal, Sameer is training on the golf course in Chandigarh, Birinder is hanging out of a local train during his daily commute to work in Mumbai(Bombay) 🙂
Mumbai – the closet thing to a hometown for me ! The city I have stayed in for the longest time.
I’ve grown up there – made my lifelong friends there , had my first crush, my first job, traveled in those local trains, hung out at the iconic juhu beach, eaten idlis,dosas and pav bhaji at Shiv Sagar, frankies at Kwality, wada pav outside Mithibai.
Gone to town at night a million times and marvelled each time the car rounded the bend and the city lights came alive on Marine Drive ( Queen’s necklace). Walked down to Haji Ali in the middle of the sea, and off course had juice at the Haji Ali juice centre. Watched plays at Prithvi and soaked in the arty, creative atmosphere of the theatre late at nights ( mostly the cigarette smoke ) while enjoying the Irish Coffee and off course ogling at the actors !
Mumbai monsoons – a phenomenon you have to experience at least once in your life- heavy , incessant rain which can drive you insane and if its not the rain , it will be the humidity!
I can go on and on.
The city grows on you without you even knowing it.It’s a city you love to hate or hate to love…..
Mumbai – the city that never sleeps ( literally ) has a vibe, a manic energy and a buzz which I haven’t found in any other city I’ve seen around the world.