Dear Mumbai,
An old Chinese legend tells of the red thread of destiny. Everyone, it says, is bound with aninvisible force, a cosmic thread to the things they love. Through twists and turns and tangles and knots, the connection never fades.
And Mumbai, you can't deny we've thought this to be true for us. They say opposites attract and I fully agree. Take me and you for instance.
We're poles apart as far as it goes. For anyone who’s ever known me, they’d tell you my sense of direction is something almost non existent. And then you waltz into the picture with your winding roads, and turns and railway tracks that branch out like veins.
But, a muddle though you may be, each time I feel a little lost, you make sure I'm okay.
In the kindness of a stranger or the nudge of a friend, in the helpful station guy or the over enthusiastic lady announcing platform numbers, I feel it's you saying ‘hey, here’s a little help I thought you could use’.
They call you the city of dreams and they call me a dreamer. Again, a match made in heaven, don't you think?
Wishes at your sunsets, coins thrown in your mighty oceans and sandcastles built on your beaches, you've seen it all.
A wish, a prayer, a thought and there's you who's made me believe they always come true.
My erratic moods are no challenge for your seasons and platters.
Because whether it's fries at 2 am, or a plate of momos at Marine drive or a Pani Puri (who am I kidding, maybe 3?) in your winding streets, you're never at a loss for a solution.
You know I've always had a thing for conversations with strangers. And I must say you've never disappointed. The best stories come when you're barely looking, and the best people come wrapped in simple conversations. You've taught me that Mumbai.
So tell me now, do you feel like we have something special? Like we're meant to be? I, for one, know we are.
You asked for reasons why I love you
There's more than just a few
Because no matter where I go from here, Mumbai ❤️🇮🇳
All roads will always lead back to you.
Your green cover, birds chirping, women giggling while going to the well, and children playing in the pond. I miss that all.
The birds chirping was my alarm for the day; the giggling of the woman going to the well to fill water, the children jumping in the pond, I miss that all.
Both of us have forgotten each other. Maybe I have failed you more than I used to love you.
The beauty you had when the corn used to grow was like your long hair, yours with the mustard flower on your long silk hair.
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But I was very confident that my daughter would handle everything," says #JasiaAkhtar's father.
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So many surgeries later, too, my face was deformed.
In need of a change, I moved from Azamgarh to Kalwa in Thane near Mumbai," says Lalita.
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A fortnight after making the call, the Mumbai woman received a call back from the number.