Thursday, July 03, 2014

Bombay / Mumbai


For me, Bombay is the rubble you find on her streets, always taking interesting forms. It is the sea, that endless expanse of water, never changing, yet always changing. Bombay for me is a childhood spent waving at trains, those huge worms that carry the city's troubles and hopes every single day.

Like a woman shelling peas on her way home from work, Bombay does not have time to spare. Not for her old or her poor, even her children grow up much to fast. Bombay is a woman racing to keep her promise and everyone just has to keep up.

And much as I curse her crowds and her filth, Bombay is that too. Bombay is where India wants to be, and just like her many cramped chawls, she has room for them all.

This is my Bombay, it may not be yours. Because like all strong emotions, Bombay is personal. What else can it be?

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