Mumbai, the city that never sleeps... I fell in love with it when I first came here. Many people have asked me the reason and I have no answers. First time to Mumbai was 2007, I was a kid first time away from home and maybe the freedom or rather say the feeling of growing up had taken over me. I was a visitor then and years after that day I had traveled to Mumbai as a visitor, I enjoyed it. And somewhere always wanted to live in Mumbai.
September 2015 I finally came to Mumbai with a suitcase mostly like the Hindi films, only thing I was not here to be an actress. But yes I was here... I had felt a mixed flow of emotions after coming to this city to finally become a part of it. I can't explain a word of what I had felt and why so, this was not my first time away from home, but it was different. The days started with house-hunting, ideally I didn't do it but had outsourced it to my brother. It was only a tear which didn't roll my cheek looking at the house that day. But I decided to stay there, Andheri it was, the only place I knew in Mumbai or Bombay as I still fondly call it that. The next ordeal which awaited me was the local train and I started hating it. I thought myself to be a fool to like a place which had small houses, crowded trains and the never ending traffic. But I knew nothing would have changed in the coming time and I have to live with it.
Time has passed by, not even a year and I didn't realize when I became a part of it. I am a part of Mumbai the city I love so much. It gave me and more than taught me a lot. I know why I like the city so much. The beauty of this city is that it welcomes you with open hands, everyone becomes a part of it. Because no one cares who came and who went, the city runs, it is always running. The people around me are running and I know that they don't know why they are running. They are fighting an unsaid battle everyday, the traffic, the train and so many more things and still they smile. They let you be the way you are they don't ask you to change, they don't have time to tell you anything. They are busy fighting for themselves, the unsaid battles. I don't know who wins it or who has ever won it, but we all fight. Maybe Mumbai wins, its heart wins.
I am like everyone here or rather they are like me.
September 2015 I finally came to Mumbai with a suitcase mostly like the Hindi films, only thing I was not here to be an actress. But yes I was here... I had felt a mixed flow of emotions after coming to this city to finally become a part of it. I can't explain a word of what I had felt and why so, this was not my first time away from home, but it was different. The days started with house-hunting, ideally I didn't do it but had outsourced it to my brother. It was only a tear which didn't roll my cheek looking at the house that day. But I decided to stay there, Andheri it was, the only place I knew in Mumbai or Bombay as I still fondly call it that. The next ordeal which awaited me was the local train and I started hating it. I thought myself to be a fool to like a place which had small houses, crowded trains and the never ending traffic. But I knew nothing would have changed in the coming time and I have to live with it.Time has passed by, not even a year and I didn't realize when I became a part of it. I am a part of Mumbai the city I love so much. It gave me and more than taught me a lot. I know why I like the city so much. The beauty of this city is that it welcomes you with open hands, everyone becomes a part of it. Because no one cares who came and who went, the city runs, it is always running. The people around me are running and I know that they don't know why they are running. They are fighting an unsaid battle everyday, the traffic, the train and so many more things and still they smile. They let you be the way you are they don't ask you to change, they don't have time to tell you anything. They are busy fighting for themselves, the unsaid battles. I don't know who wins it or who has ever won it, but we all fight. Maybe Mumbai wins, its heart wins.
I am like everyone here or rather they are like me.
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