Mumbai, the bejeweled, slum speckled, rodent riddled and swarming with dreams, the queen of all cities!
The place you think of and shudder while hearing about the incredible population, all setting out on the local trains in the morning and converging back again, each day, year after year.
The city you learn to live with because you don't have any other choice.The tiny speck on the map, who would think how teeming your alleyways are, how sly your ways are...the silence in the crowds that is forever elusive.
A newbie is sure to fall "in love" with the roads, rains people, yawn yawn yawn. Honestly, one feels like a Lilliput in the land of Gulliver or an lone Ooopaloompa hiding behind a gigantic umbrella hoping he does not get trampled.
It has been seven months to a day since I arrived with a bag full of clothes and a heart full of apprehension. Both have grown over time.
The place you think of and shudder while hearing about the incredible population, all setting out on the local trains in the morning and converging back again, each day, year after year.
The city you learn to live with because you don't have any other choice.The tiny speck on the map, who would think how teeming your alleyways are, how sly your ways are...the silence in the crowds that is forever elusive.
A newbie is sure to fall "in love" with the roads, rains people, yawn yawn yawn. Honestly, one feels like a Lilliput in the land of Gulliver or an lone Ooopaloompa hiding behind a gigantic umbrella hoping he does not get trampled.
It has been seven months to a day since I arrived with a bag full of clothes and a heart full of apprehension. Both have grown over time.

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