Bombay
For a long, I tried writing. Writing about places, people, food, missed postcards, and marine drive. I tried writing on late locals from churchgate to andheri west or sometime from ville parle to marine lines. For a long, i tried writing about Juhu chowpatty in my blog post. Surrendering to high tide waves at marine late in the evening to just riding a double decker at one am, to and fro. I do not wish to be at places, yet some random passerby sits and talks to me about Bombay, Dadar where she grew up, andheri east where she works at, with her intact school grade friend and me sharing bits and pieces of my life. For a long time, i spent evenings at ferguson, pune, next to crosswords at third wave, evening and early morning at gokhale, and a full day on stretches of national highways, bypasses, tolls, and halts. For a little i do remember bombay for the kaalipeeli taxis, kaalipeeli autos who trusted a lot more on meter over routes and people, i remember traveling in first class coach o
