I was having a long argument with P (who loves having long arguments over everything on Earth)
P says that I love Mumbai only because I have good memories from there
P says that we have a
Here we go
- The crowd thronging VT station and Elphinston bridge
,focusing only on the train ,not caring about what you are doing and where you are going ‘cos it is just too busy running on its feet.
- The city that never sleeps
,literally! The sheer independence and security that Mumbai gives its dwellers at 2 in the morning – I have no more words!
- The infectious spirit. In my Manager’s words
,“I land at Mumbai airport and something gets in to my blood. The adrenaline rush is faster ,the mind asks for challenges. I just want to keep going ,on and on ,unmindful of the road blocks and the speed breakers.” He stole the words from my heart totally!
- I take a rickety cab from
Lower Parelto Matunga ,the meter shows 3.5. The cab wallah is old ,he is wearing a pair of really old looking ,dull spectacles. He flips out a card slowly from the dashboard and we check how much 3.5 is. It says Rs. 48.50. I give him a Rs. 100 note ,apologetically stating ,“Bhaiiya ,mere paas change nahi hai”. He says ,“Koi baath nahi Beti” ,takes out his wallet gives me 5 ten rupee notes and a one rupee coin. I take it and turn around to leave when he says ,“Ek minute beti” and fishes out a 50 paise coin.
I rest my case.