Mumbai... My City of Dreams!

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Worli Sea Link, Mumbai (Photograph by Nandita Relia)


⭐️It's here in Mumbai where you'll come with a bag of dreams but leave with much more than that.

⭐️It's here in Mumbai where you might not know anyone, yet those familiar faces on the local train would make you feel at home! 

⭐️It's here in Mumbai where you may go finding Salman Khan at galaxy apartments, only to end up finding him at 'Bademiyan'. 

⭐️It's here in Mumbai where you might not talk to your best friend for long, but end up finding a friend in a stranger.
Coz those long walks at the beach or idle time at cafes are to look out for... 

⭐️It's here in Mumbai where you'll find people looking out for each other- and by looking out, I don't mean asking 'how you're doing' but bringing an extra "Dabba" for you when Dabba system shuts down! 

⭐️ It's here in Mumbai where you might not find time for breakfast, but that Vada pav and cutting chai round the corner will fill your stomach and heart! 

⭐️It's here in Mumbai where you may step in with one religion- one belief, but end up loving all festivals! 
Coz all that dancing on Ganpati Visarjan or that delicious food at Mohd Ali Road during Ramzan are to look out for... 

⭐️It's here in Mumbai where you'll find a masjid adjacent to a gurdwara, 
It's here in Mumbai where you'll hear a Gurudwara path and Quran being recited simultaneously.

⭐️ It's here in Mumbai where a Christian will sleep in the halls of a mosque and a Muslim will sleep in the halls of a temple because when Nature calls, there is no discrimination based on caste or religion! 

⭐️ It's here in Mumbai where you'll see the sky meet the sea and the Sun shy away in the waters.

⭐️ It's here in Mumbai where they'll be a high tide warning but more water on the roads than the beach.

⭐️ It's here in Mumbai where you may choose to go, but you will never be able to leave!

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