Of my favourite yellows and polka dots
Of long walks and finger knots
Of rains and evening mist
Of those sensuous eyes and lips that kissed
Of shared coffees and glasses of wine
Of you and me and of souls entwined
Of holding hands and endless chats
Of warm puppy hugs and street cats
Of breezy nights and silent shores
Of throbbing beats and emotions galore
Of letting go and holding on
Of sunny days and breaking dawn
Of happy tears and and all things nice
It is but a slice
Of love, life, truth, and otherwise
June 2016 marks FIVE years of my affair with this city of Bombay!
Bombay gave me what I came here looking for – the taste of freedom and an independent life, the luxury of choice, interesting encounters, some friends for life, gorgeous sunsets by the sea, and a place that I now call home.
I know it has been said ‘n’ number of times that this city is one of the finest examples of diversity and truly a melting pot of cultures, but you HAVE to experience it to believe it. Bombay lives up to all its clichéd titles – the city of dreams, the city that never sleeps, the high paced city. It is all this and much more! Some days, its chaos is cacophony. On other days, it soothes you like a melody. The traffic and speeding vehicles running parallel to the sometimes calm, sometimes agitated sea draws one. The stillness of the sea sometimes gets lost in the noise of the street. At other times, the tranquility overpowers all the clamour. Some days, it cajoles you like a love struck lover. On other days, it takes the role of a stern teacher. However loving or abusive your relationship is with this place, it’s bound to leave a mark in your life. I have not only danced in its rains but also taken in its seething toxins. Believe you me, when I say that I’ve been charmed by the sheer swagger of the city that I still love to call Bombay.
“All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim.”