This saturday I flew down to Bombay. As usual the flight was delayed. Actually, it was delayed, delayed, cancelled, then delayed, delayed, circling around Bombay. Ok, you get the picture... On the way to Colaba, I crossed the Sidhi Vinayak temple and then came to the Bajaj showroom where my bike was 'born'... the rest of the journey was one of the most nostalgic ones I've ever had. Almost every signal (which we didnt stop at coz it was 2:45 AM) and corner brought back a memory. Am not normally a nostalgic person, but it was quite freaky seeing these places and thinking of the people & events that will always stay with me.
South Bombay. I love the place. Guess no matter where I go and what I do, I'll always think of South Bombay as the place I grew up in. Mentioned this to A, though I wonder if she understood the impact of what it meant to me. Salaam Bombay. May you always rise above the squallor and filth. And remain the city where dreams can come true.
South Bombay. I love the place. Guess no matter where I go and what I do, I'll always think of South Bombay as the place I grew up in. Mentioned this to A, though I wonder if she understood the impact of what it meant to me. Salaam Bombay. May you always rise above the squallor and filth. And remain the city where dreams can come true.
2 comments:
Wat abt the sunday-afternoon-sea-side-palm-shade relaxing...thought that wud make u more nostalgic than the traffic signals :o)
Mumbai sucks big time
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