Mumbai is big.
Fear of losing myself in the crowd of rich and poor, actors and gangsters, someone and no one. Mumbai is that city where you rub against the crowd of the poorest and the richest persons car by the streets. This city has its rhythm and pace. A pace very difficult to catch up with. But once you catch up, it’s difficult to stop to rest. It’s like driving on a highway or passing through a tunnel. Once you’ve driven into it you’ve got to keep the pace going. You stop and you might just be run over.
Unnoticed in the darkness of the tunnel, you’d disappear into the crowd of thousands chasing their dream and some forgotten their dream and chasing the forgotten.
But a guest in Mumbai like me, can stand somewhere in the corner and see the people always in a hurry. Some would have a smile on their face, some so poor, might’ve sold their hopes too, yet some holding on to their dreams and some exhausted.
Everything is happening in this city, and everyone wants to come to this city.
A rich is overburdened by his money and a poor is still holding on to his dreams hoping for some miracle to strike his life.
But Mumbai is Mumbai for Its HOPE and the race that keeps the city alive. The happiness on their faces after all the hard work is what makes Mumbai.
The man while driving through the traffic will shout at the Auto-wala to overtake and the next moment you’ll find the same man cracking a joke with the Auto-wala.
This is Mumbai!
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