Bambai Meri Jaan......

Bombay. The love for the city is a feeling no one else can feel it for you.

A seven year stint with life in Bombay, most memorable and most cherished, is forever etched in my mind, eternally preserved in my heart. It is the City that made me fall in love, with itself and ahem; City that comforts you with humid weather throughout the year and with tolerable low-temperatures and pleasant weather in winter. No other city in this world looks as beautiful as Mumbai when it has rained. The light reflecting from the drenched streets is unique to this very city. Endearing, it looks.

I love this city for the attitude it has. No one raises an eyebrow at whatever you wear or do. Call it the independence that the city brings to you. No load shedding. Abundant cooperation and helpfulness of the people is evident. The double-decker bus; and the excellent view from upper front seat, of the roads and reflecting lights, after it has rained is something I am ready to pay double the ticket amount for. A ride along Worli sea face or Marine drive on my bike with my best friend makes me get over any sorrow or heartache. Street Chaat. Yummmmmier than Mummy's food... at times.

I have so much to write about this magical city that one blog post falls short of conveying it all. I will, as I get time, write about my experiences with this city. The food, the people, the transport system, the lone shopping and movie watching that I did, Hangout places I have been to and the SOBO trips with my best friend and Sarangi (my Activa).

The reason for me jotting this down is not for people to read and gather info. It is for my personal satisfaction. That, say, 10 years down the line if I am away from this city, I will have some memories written down for a revisit, to bring a smile on my face, which will certainly take a while to fade away.

To Mumbai, the city I love, I dedicate my Bombay Diaries #1 to #n ………………….! 

Keep visiting.

Goodnight/day!