Yes, I have moved into a new city. I've moved to Bombay/Mumbai. It’s eerie how my life is trajectory is following the person because of whom I started blogging.
I miss Delhi to say the least. I've always
held a strong belief that if you survive in Delhi you can survive in any city
of the world. But frankly I had grown sick and tired of it in the last couple
of months. All of my friends were doing their M.A and I was the only one
working. I missed college and everything about it. The dhaba tree, the cafe,
bhaiyyanji, rohtasji...I’d made up my mind to move back to Darjeeling if things
continued the way they were. Thankfully Bombay happened.
Bombay is...welcoming. It’s loud and its
concrete and you’re in the middle of an ocean of people but it’s also quiet and
lonely and there's music and life everywhere. Bombay offers independence,
anonymity, freedom. It’s the city of dreams and from the first ride in the
Local, I have not looked back.
When I felt the sea breeze ruffle my hair the first time, I knew life was going to be good. And Bombay has not disappointed me.
This is a small tribute to the spirit of the city that never sleeps and everything it has given me.
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The view for my friend's flat on the 11th floor.
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