Your eyes looking aimlessly through reams of paper and your thoughts refusing to move on from the many blissful moments you encountered . We all travel to Mumbai for work but for a change I wanted to travel once to that city without being tied up to the official work. Beyond the dusty by lanes and muddy beaches, there are lots of stories waiting to be scripted in the streets of Mumbai .
You find the friendly guy selling trinkets by the road side which never ceases to interest me and you just enjoy the hard bargain you do half heartedly to buy things which you may seldom use and the mouthwatering eateries and you scurrying for more clothes when your wardrobes already suffer from outfits overload . This city may make you squirm in few places , but you find life here . They are vociferous , loud in their expression and someone delivers your crisply ironed clothes at the stroke of midnight.
You do meet interesting neighbours in your apartment who would definitely compliment you for the dress you are wearing despite their morning rush . You have lots happening here every nano second and it is upto you to assimilate what you want. You can choose to get terrified by the jostling crowd at the VT or explore and find that elusive lonely spot in a far flung beach where the only sound can be that from the chirping birds . There is another enigmatic side to this financial capital which only the discerning eye can notice .
Aamchi Mumbai.Mumbai meri Jaan.You can take Mumbaikar out of Mumbai but can’t take Mumbai out of a Mumbaikar.Reminiscing the good old days after reading your post.Missing Mumbai.