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Mumbai Dreams



I love this city. There is so much action, hunger and perseverance in this city. The weather is such that it does not make it comfortable to loll around under your comforter in early morning stupor. (Unlike Bangalore). The air is thick with humidity and human ambition. What I really love about this city is the seeming celebration of work. Of showing up every day without fail and without much ado. Like India, this city is a living, breathing contradiction. One part of its residents seem to show how rich they are and how much more a human being can dream and achieve. The another part show how much one has accrued and achieved already. It makes you take a moment and be grateful.

I have booked a very pleasant and unpretentious sea facing room overlooking the bay and the marine drive. This being July, the rains are there but uncharacteristically mild. From my balcony, I see the city going about its business. But I also see some lovers probably talking sweet nothings and dreaming about their future while they gaze at the bay and the scintillating skyline. The shimmering city seems to egg them on to commit, to take a leap and to take a chance on each other. For Mumbai will be there. It will show up every day. Drenched in the previous day's sweat and the previous night's showers.

I remind myself that the real reason why I am here is because I am unable to handle the uncertainties which are sending my mindscape racing. My mind is going crazy because it does not have the platform on which it can build its pointless dreams. There comes a point when the future uncertainties stop being exciting and start becoming enervating.

I am hoping that the uncertainty will settle soon and I will have a little more clarity on the new path. I am also hopeful that I will someday will have the conviction and the balance to learn to enjoy the suspense.

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  1. You will get there my love ❤️!
    Awesome piece as usual. You have a knack of rendering an endearing quality to your confusions and uncertainties by writing them down. Write more often! :)

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