No, this is not a review of the book, though i think it's one of the best books written that i have read in the recent history.
I'm leaving Mumbai. Yes, after three years of the love hate relationship i'm leaving this crazy city. I still have three months to go, but the sense of the ending has already seeped in. Going through my blog list of these last three years i realised i've written so less and less and whatever i have- Mumbai has been the central character, the side character, the background. Strangely, my life has also revolved around this witch, mumbai.
The first year of crazy travels , the second year of new work place, new friends, the third and final year of consolidating a lot of these, cementing something that is for life, at least mine.
i've been trying to ask myself about my feelings about this city. Like everything else in my life, i'm confused. Some times i just adore this city, so safe for women, such a large heart. Sometimes i get annoyed by her and her own, her arrogance. When i came to Mumbai, i took to her instantly. the love hate relationship continued and as i leave her, it's a strange feeling. I want to go away. i don't want to be here anymore. i get tired by her. i get pushed to the brink, always living on the edge.
On the other side of living in the edge, i have learnt so much from her. the professionalism, the equaliser, the city of dreams.i will miss her. i will miss the city.
..a solitary walk, mayhem inside...another turn, a bend in the road, unsure, a bit afraid..
I leave this city with mixed feelings..we've given up on each other, this city and I..we're both tired, broken,crowded, let down by our own.
I will miss her. She made me crazy in her craziness. She didn't give me any time to think about anything but her. She's been the second woman in my life last three years..now I break away..with mixed feelings..
I'm leaving Mumbai. Yes, after three years of the love hate relationship i'm leaving this crazy city. I still have three months to go, but the sense of the ending has already seeped in. Going through my blog list of these last three years i realised i've written so less and less and whatever i have- Mumbai has been the central character, the side character, the background. Strangely, my life has also revolved around this witch, mumbai.
The first year of crazy travels , the second year of new work place, new friends, the third and final year of consolidating a lot of these, cementing something that is for life, at least mine.
i've been trying to ask myself about my feelings about this city. Like everything else in my life, i'm confused. Some times i just adore this city, so safe for women, such a large heart. Sometimes i get annoyed by her and her own, her arrogance. When i came to Mumbai, i took to her instantly. the love hate relationship continued and as i leave her, it's a strange feeling. I want to go away. i don't want to be here anymore. i get tired by her. i get pushed to the brink, always living on the edge.
On the other side of living in the edge, i have learnt so much from her. the professionalism, the equaliser, the city of dreams.i will miss her. i will miss the city.
..a solitary walk, mayhem inside...another turn, a bend in the road, unsure, a bit afraid..
I leave this city with mixed feelings..we've given up on each other, this city and I..we're both tired, broken,crowded, let down by our own.
I will miss her. She made me crazy in her craziness. She didn't give me any time to think about anything but her. She's been the second woman in my life last three years..now I break away..with mixed feelings..
