I always prided myself on being a Puneri with a weakness for
masala puris, but Mumbai changed me in a way that i never in my wildest dreams thought anyone could. The fast pace of life, the people, the heartbeat changed it
all.
From an ardent fan of masala puris to a devastating let down of
masala puris in Mumbai. Now sitting in a
Santa Clara library dreaming of a roadside Vada pav is the proof for any Mumbai
non believer that the city does change you for the better. Dreaming of the
people, the crowd, the non stop heavy rains and the independence of surviving
it all in fashion.
When the nostalgia sets in, its hard to let go of the things
that you most cherished and thought of a life together. The city turns
you into a warrior with no resources from a privileged princess who had it all
and lost it all. The warrior that you have become never lets you sleep until
you have what you always wanted and pushing you towards restless dreams and
giving strength to fight for those dreams. All the clichés of the city are
true. It gives you love but also takes it away from you. It makes you hardcore for any survival crises comes your way. The city is like a
feeling where the feelings of a long lost dream are still lingering and makes
you miss the most of its essence when you thought such things only exist in
books. The feeling of missing someone without ever meeting that person is
kind of power the city has over you once you leave never to go back, but exist only in dreams and looking for that
essence in your new life.
You always
look for the familiar smell of rain, the grass, how the sun feels during
summer, never to find that unique sense of attachment that ties you to home.
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