Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Mumbai 2015

Mumbai baffles me.

A lot has been written about it. Songs have been sung, films have been made, stories have been told.

For me, Mumbai has not quite been the city of dreams. But it has given me something else - hope. I came to Mumbai in June 2015, with a heavy suitcase containing all my material posessions, and a heart heavy with dread and anticipation. My love for this city blows hot and cold, but it's not that fiery obsession that would consume my soul - that honour is reserved solely for my beloved Pune.

My self is torn between these two places, which are for all accounts as dissimilar as chalk and cheese, but are similar only in my regard for them. One is my 'janmabhoomi'. The other, in all probability shall become my 'karmabhoomi', 

In a few days, this year will end. This year, that turned my life upside down. This year which closed some chapters in my life, and started some new ones. This year taught me that dawn comes after the darkest hour, that there is sweet torment in anticipation, that happiness comes from people and places, and love is transient and permanent, and opposites cohabit. I have truly loved and lived in this year, and for that, I'm thankful.

Tata Institute of Social Sciences, Mumbai







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